he was creepy in this role

Things Cas does that Dean complains about but secretly loves

- He stays in bed with Dean after they have sex and watches him though the night. During the day Dean keeos insisting it’s creepy, but when he closes his eyes, he’ll still ask, “Stay?”

- When Dean falls asleep in the kitchen or the library, Cas carries him to bed bridal style. Dean always complains while he buries his head in the crook of Cas’ neck.

- Cas has tried to cook for Dean several times. The problem is that he still doesn’t taste anything except molecules, so his concoctions always end up either way too salty or way too sweet. Dean roles his eyes every time, but deep down he’s touched that Cas is trying to learn a new skill just for him.

- Cas has taken to taking long walks through the countryside around the bunker. He does it during all hours of the day, so there had been several instances where a case had suddenly come up and Dean had to search for up to an hour to find him. Of course, he could pray for Cas to come home, but he loves to witness the expression of contentment and peace on Cas’ feature when he is experiencing nature.

- Cas tends to suddenly lose his ability to clean their bodies with a touch whenever he’s in the mood for shower-sex. On hunts, this is more of a bother to Sam than Dean, who was at least generous enough to buy his brother noise-canceling headphones.

- Dean will never admit it, but he likes being the little spoon. He’s still more then happy to hold Cas whenever his waking nightmares threaten to overwhelm him though.

- Since Cas has moved into the bunker permanently, he’s been the target of a lot of small pranks. It didn’t take him long to catch on though and now he gives as good as he gets. One day, Dean walks into the garage and let’s out a deafening shreak, the likes of which have not been heard in the bunker since people had still been tortured in it’s dungeon. The Impala is bright pink. It turns out to just be a glamour charm after all, but Dean still doesn’t speak to Cas for the rest of the day. He only confesses it to the Impala as he cleans her, but he is secretly relieved that Cas finally feels comfortable enough in their relationship to pull a stint like that.

- Cas has finally watched all existing episodes of Dr. Sexy. He tries to engage Dean in speculation over possible endings and relationship end-games, but Dean always shushes him when Sam is nearby. This provokes matching eye rolls in Sam and Cas each and everytime.

- Cas tends to talk about Claire as if she were their daughter and the way she comes to them for help suggests that she seems to feel the same way. Sometimes, it terrifies Dean. He’s already messed enough people up, no need for him to screw up Claire, too. But then again, he’s always wanted a family of his own and if his “wife” turns out to be a traumatised semi-angel in a male vessel with weird opinions about his favourite soap-opera and an equally traumatised almost grown up hunter in training who is also his boyfriend’s ex-vessel, well, he was never suited for “normal” anyway.

- Cas tells Dean he loves him at least twice a day. The first time, when Dean wakes up in the morning and the second time when he closes his eyes at night. Dean always gets flustered in his patented “I am a grumpy hunter and the most emotionally available person in my life growing up was Bobby Singer”-kind of way, but the mumbled “love you, too” still never ceases to make Cas smile.

‘Parks and Recreation’: Leslie Knope Writes Letter to America Following Donald Trump’s Victory

Dear America,

Amidst the confusion, and despair, and disbelief, it was suggested to me by a very close friend of mine (I won’t say her name, to protect her identity) (Ann. It was Ann) that perhaps a few people would enjoy hearing my thoughts on this election. So I sat down at my computer, cleared my head, and opened a document. Then I started crying. So I had some hot chocolate, and my close friend (Ann) rubbed my back for a while, and I got myself together, and sat down. And started crying. Then more Ann comforting me, and more hot chocolate, and back and forth like that for about six hours or so, the chain of hot-chocolate-and-back-rubs only interrupted briefly when I had to run to the store for more hot chocolate packets (“Just give me all of them, all the boxes,” I remember saying, through tears, to a very scared stockroom boy) and now I am ready to go.

When I was in fourth grade, my teacher Mrs. Kolphner taught us a social studies lesson. The seventeen students in our class were introduced to two fictional candidates: a smart if slightly bookish-looking cartoon tortoise named Greenie, and a cool-looking jaguar named Speedy. Rick Dissellio read a speech from Speedy, in which he promised that if elected he would end school early, have extra recess, and provide endless lunches of chocolate pizzandy. (A local Pawnee delicacy at the time — deep fried pizza where the crust was candy bars.) Then I read a speech from Greenie, who promised to go slow and steady, think about the problems of our school, and try her best to solve them in a way that would benefit the most people. Then Mrs. Kolphner had us vote on who should be Class President.

I think you know where this is going.

Except you don’t, because before we voted, Greg Laresque asked if he could nominate a third candidate, and Mrs. Kolphner said “Sure! The essence of democracy is that everyone—” and Greg cut her off and said “I nominate a T. rex named Dr. Farts who wears sunglasses and plays the saxophone, and his plan is to fart as much as possible and eat all the teachers,” and everyone laughed, and before Mrs. Kolphner could blink, Dr. Farts the T. rex had been elected President of Pawnee Elementary School in a 1984 Reagan-esque landslide, with my one vote for Greenie the Tortoise playing the role of “Minnesota.”

After class I was inconsolable. Once all the other kids left, Mrs. Kolphner came over and put her arm around me. She told me I had done a great job advocating for Greenie the Tortoise. Through tears I remember saying, “How good, exactly?” and she said “Very very good,” and I said, “Good enough to—?” and she sighed and went to her desk to get one of the silver stars she gave out to kids who did a good job on something, and as I tearfully added it to my Silver Star Diary she asked me what upset me the most.

“Greenie was the better candidate,” I said. “Greenie should have won.”

She nodded.

“I suppose that was the point of the lesson,” I said.

“Oh no,” she said. “The point of the lesson is: people are unpredictable, and democracy is insane.”

Winston Churchill once said, “Democracy is the worst form of government, except all those other forms that have been tried.” That is perhaps a pithier and better way to get my point across, than that long anecdote about Mrs. Kolphner. Should I just erase all of that and start with this? Whatever. I’m pot-committed now, and is there extra caffeine in that hot chocolate? Because my head feels like a spaceship. The point is: people making their own decisions is, on balance, better than an autocrat making decisions for them. It’s just that sometimes those decisions are bad, or self-defeating, or maddening, and a day where you get dressed up in your best victory pantsuit and spend an ungodly amount of money decorating your house with American flags and custom-made cardboard-cutouts of suffragettes in anticipation of a glass-ceiling-shattering historical milestone ends with you getting (metaphorically) eaten by a giant farting T. rex.

Like most people, I deal with tragedy by processing the five stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. My denial over the election results was intense. My anger was (in Ron’s words) “significant.” My bargaining was short, but creative — I offered my soul and the souls of all of my friends in exchange for 60,000 more votes in Milwaukee, to any demon who cared to accept. (Tom told me it was a terrible deal, but I didn’t care, in that moment.) My depression I have already mentioned. Which brings us to Acceptance.  And here’s what I stand on that:

No. I do not accept it.

I acknowledge that Donald Trump is the President. I understand, intellectually, that he won the election. But I do not accept that our country has descended into the hatred-swirled slop pile that he lives in. I reject out of hand the notion that we have thrown up our hands and succumbed to racism, xenophobia, misogyny, and crypto-fascism. I do not accept that. I reject that. I fight that. Today, and tomorrow, and every day until the next election, I reject and fight that story. I work hard and I form ideas and I meet and talk to other people who feel like me, and we sit down and drink hot chocolate (I have plenty) and we plan. We plan like mofos. We figure out how to fight back, and do good in this infuriating world that constantly wants to bend toward the bad. And we will be kind to each other, and supportive of each other’s ideas, and we will do literally anything but accept this as our fate.

And let me say something to the young girls who are reading this. Hi, girls. On behalf of the grown-ups of America who care about you and your futures, I am awfully sorry about how miserably we screwed this up. We elected a giant farting T. rex who does not like you, or care about you, or think about you, unless he is scanning your bodies with his creepy T. rex eyes, or trying to physically grab you like a toy his daddy got him (or would have, if his daddy had loved him). (Sorry, that was a low blow.) (Actually, not sorry, I’m pissed, and I’m on a roll, so zip it, super-ego!) Our President-Elect is everything you should abhor, and fear, in a male role model. He has spent his life telling you, and girls and women like you, that your lives are valueless except as sexual objects. He has demeaned you, and belittled you, and put you in a little box to be looked at and not heard. It is your job, and the job of girls and women like you, to bust out.

You are going to run this country, and this world, very soon. So you will not listen to this man, or the 75-year-old, doughy-faced, gray-haired nightmare men like him, when they try to tell you where to stand or how to behave or what you can and cannot do with your own bodies, or what you should or should not think with your own minds. You will not be cowed or discouraged by his stream of retrogressive babble. You won’t have time to be cowed, because you will be too busy working and learning and communing with other girls and women like you, and when the time comes you will effortlessly flick away his miserable, petty misogynistic worldview like a fly on your picnic potato salad.

He is the present, sadly, but he is not the future. You are the future. Your strength is a million times his. Your power is a billion times his. We will acknowledge this result, but we will not accept it. We will overcome it, and we will defeat it.

Now find your team, and get to work.

Love,

Leslie

Handyman: Part 3

Handyman: Part 3 (m)

(Okay, I went a little over board. I got really turned on with the smut and went ham. Haha, I love this story so for the three people that read it, hope you enjoy!)

Word count: 8.1k

Genre/Warnings: sub!Jimin, language, angst, smut, dirty talk, office sex, cum play threesome

Pairing: Jimin x Reader (threesome)

Summary: You’re not sure where your relationship with Jimin is going but you know it’s different. Then again, do you miss Taehyung?

Parts: one | two 


“You still haven’t told him about your past with Taehyung?” Hoseok asked as he sat in your office, waiting for you to finish up what you were doing so you could go to lunch with Namjoon.

“Why don’t you yell a little fucking louder. It’s not like Taehyung isn’t outside of this room.” You whisper yelled. 

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For David Tennant Appreciation Week day 6 - what would you like to see David cast in?

James Bond.  He’s a good actor, he can pretend he’s not a long streak of nothing.  Bless.

Ok..time to break this down. Snape DID NOT LOVE LILY EVANS. 


Real love is caring about someone BEYOND your own selfish desires. 


Real love is wanting that person to be happy and safe.


Real love is appreciates someone for who they are, not in spite of who they are.
 

Snape’s feelings for Lily were entirely selfish. She was the first person to treat him with kindness, so he saw her as a way to fill a void in his life (is his childhood tragic? Yes) He never really cared about her in any way that did not connect to him personally.

If Snape had loved Lily he wouldn’t have tried to hurt her sister.

If Snape had loved Lily he would have listened to her advice about the Death Eaters he was hanging around with (you cannot love some one and then be part of an organization that is trying to destroy them). 

If Snape had loved Lily he would NEVER suggest saving her life while ignoring the lives of the people she cared most about (her husband and son). 

If Snape had loved Lily he would NEVER ignore her traumatized son to clutch her dead body. 

If Snape had loved Lily he could have never been cruel to her son, no matter what he looked like. 

Did he think he loved Lily? Of course he did. 

But the real tragedy of the story is that he never even knew what love meant. 

In the end, did Snape play a role in bringing down Voldemort? Of course. Was he “brave” to double cross the Dark Lord? Sure. But trying to convince an entire generation of people that his story is one of love is preposterous. 

“Still?” 

“Always.”

SH fix it

@shadowhunters-official has a lot of loose strings and I’m upset with s2 as a whole to be perfectly honest. What I’d like to see happen:

  1. Simon works on who he is as a person and learns to appreciate the people who love and help him
  2. Raphael is no longer the show’s personal punching bag (no more abuse)
  3. Izzy saves herself from addiction with the help and support of her family and friends
  4. Clary stops sabotaging and controlling everyone around her, she remains single until she can work through her issues
  5. Luke is allowed to properly grieve over Jocelyn and doesn’t have to deal with Cleo and Clary’s nonsense 
  6. Valentine is killed off for good
  7. Jace begins to heal his emotional wounds and Maryese hugs him often, she mothers him a lot. He is allowed to move back into the institute
  8. Maryese learns to accept Magnus in her son’s life and copes from her husband cheating on her, Izzy dotes on her 
  9. Alec learns to use his words instead of his hands when there’s a conflict and he and Magnus talk it out like adults when they have a disagreement, they have consensual sex where he doesn’t push Magnus into the bedroom when Magnus clearly wants to discuss it first
  10. Aldertree is punished for his crimes and Izzy and Raphael are there to witness his shame
  11. Izzy apologizes to Raphael’s clan for her actions in s1 
  12. Lydia steps up as the new Institute leader and is damn good at it 
  13. Meliorn returns and has parts outside of just being used by Isabelle Lightwood
  14. Izzy stops manipulating others into getting what she wants and understands No means no 
  15. Maia has a bigger speaking role and story outside of a romantic plotline (let her geek and boss ass bitch wolf side show, show her interacting with the pack and laughing)
  16. Simon finally apologizes (profusely) to Raphael for betraying him, treating him like garbage, blaming him for everything. He goes home to DuMort (if the clan is okay with it) 
  17. Elaine Lewis’ alcoholism is addressed and her children are there to help her overcome it, they visit more often, she and Raphael have more scenes together
  18. Magnus and Raphael bond over their past traumas 
  19. Lily and the female vampires get speaking roles 
  20. Izzy and Clary make nice with one another 
  21. The creepy surrogate lady goes poof because she was okay with essentially letting Clary get raped
  22. Alec and Magnus adopt the little girl with the gills (when they’re ready for that step as a couple) 
  23. Downworlders are treated with respect and dignity by the shadow world 
  24. Minority characters are given storylines that don’t include being a glorified drug dealer (Raphael) or the person who constantly has to pick up after everyone’s messes (Magnus)
  25. No more white savior complex (aka Clary ‘fixing’ things for Luke/Cleo) 
  26. Clace needs to either be eliminated or greatly repaired (let’s do away with the sibling storyline)
  27. Simon makes peace with being a vampire and is okay with it 
  28. The vampires, shadowhunters and wolves learn to tolerate one another
  29. Magnus gets to throw a lavish party that goes exactly as planned, he is thanked for his efforts
  30. Queer ships are no longer ambiguous and are not used to garner views without going through with it 
  31. Clary apologizes to everyone she has hurt 
  32. Raphael apologizes to Simon over the whole Kill them thing 
  33. Simon and Magnus screen time (pals)
  34. Allow Izzy to go to the Iron Sisters and fulfill her childhood dream 
  35. More religious!Simon and religious!Raphael as their religions are a huge part of who they are 
  36. The clave needs to be broken down and rebuilt (by Lydia) 
  37. No more of Raphael physically pushing Simon around 
  38. Elaine Lewis finally gets that family dinner with Clary, Raphael and Simon (she makes pot roast)
  39. Elaine learns of Jocelyn’s death and grieves 
  40. Simon comes out as both pansexual and a vamp and his family accepts him (after the shock of the revelations) 
  41. More scenes involving Magnus being a bad ass old as the hills warlock
  42. Camille’s abuse of Simon, Magnus and Raphael is addressed and understood that it’s not okay 
  43. Magnus and Alec are given some well earned fluffy boyfriend storylines without drama 
  44. Maia and Luke scenes 
  45. Raphael’s sexuality is mentioned and treated with respect 
  46. Raphael and Simon speak in their native language more 
  47. Add on? 
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Part 1 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: Your group of friends have gotten on well for years, but what happens when a divide is caused by joining the wrong people? School AU
OT5- Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongdae, Minseok and Chanyeol.

Word Count: 3,750

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21 Part 22  Part 23 Part 24  Part 25  Part 26 Part 27  Part 28 Part 29

A/N:So I’m posting this today simply because I want to know the response it gets before I decide to go on and write a whole series, so I may not be uploading anything tomorrow. (Yes, the title is a code apparently I’m obsessed with those. If you think you’ve guessed what the code means don’t spoil it for others.)


Your group of friends weren’t exactly unconventional. To be honest to an outsider looking in you seemed absolutely ordinary. You were all the same age but months apart and you were all in higher education. You felt the grind of studying a lot and it drained each and every one of you; but you had each other to complain to when it became all too much. Some handled the stress better than others for example Baekhyun, he was a straight A student never in his life had he ever achieved any less than the best. “I have beauty and brains.” Baekhyun would tease as he’d shove test paper scores in your face. You and Jongdae on the other hand didn’t handle it quite so well, your grades weren’t bad but they weren’t perfect either. You were somewhere in between good and average and you knew Jongdae longed for the day he got a better score than Baekhyun and could wave his test paper in the boys face. You, Jongdae and Baekhyun had been friends since primary school. You liked to consider yourself pretty close to them; sleepovers weren’t foreign for the three of you and you were comfortable to share secrets with them. Some anyway. You had met Chanyeol, Sehun and Minseok in secondary school and they were pretty easy going guys. Though you knew that if you rubbed Sehun up the wrong way he could be very unpleasant. He was somewhat of an exception since his life was quite different to everyone else. You had also met and befriended two lovely girls in secondary school; Nel and Rozz. Rozz was an aspiring plus size model and honestly one of the prettiest girls you had ever seen. Her hair was always brush neatly so that it hung about her shoulders and she was committed to wearing a berry pink shade of lipstick, she was fairly quiet and kept herself to herself. Nel on the other hand was a bit of a wild one; in a sense that she could become extremely extroverted without warning she floated about often too. She would hang out with what Baekhyun had jokingly labelled as the “critter squad” or simply just “critters”. This “squad” consisted of two boys and a girl; Reiji, K and Tay. You weren’t even sure if anyone knew what K’s real name was. They were an ominous group and made you feel unsettled. You weren’t fond of them at all; none of you were. There was something off about the three of them but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Lately though since Nel was giving them the time of day you noticed that Baekhyun was become intrigued by who they were however you warned him to stay away. “Yes mum.” He would say and flash you a sarcastic yet heartfelt smile which in turn made your heart flutter.
You wanted so hard to deny it but you were so into Baekhyun. You didn’t love him it was never that extreme or serious but him being alone with one of the other girls was enough to make you green with jealousy. Sometimes Baekhyun’s flirtatious jokes would have you thinking that his feelings were mutual and then you had to pinch yourself and snap out whatever fairytale world it was that you had created and buried your head deep into. You cursed yourself for feeling warm and fuzzy every time you were around him, because you so desperately didn’t want it to turn into anything more than it was. Also one of your friends had already sensed how you felt about Baekhyun; you didn’t need anyone else catching up to speed. You were sure that how frequently you thought of Baekhyun wasn’t normal but somehow you couldn’t stop. You tried to blame it on the fact that you had known him since you were around the age of 7 and that was the reason why he occupied 80% of your head space. You memorised every single action, movement and tone of voice that Baekhyun used, you knew him better than he knew himself and that in itself was kind of creepy. But feelings aside you admired Baekhyun purely because of his determination and drive in life he was a true role model and with such perfect grades you knew that he would be the most successful and go far in life. This was your final semester in education and if he aced these exams, which you knew he would, then he could have it all.

You were all sat in the common room on multi coloured bean bags and chairs forming a tiny circle. It was time to go home but frequently some of you would hang behind a half hour after just so you could chat or pretty much bitch about your professors. Admittedly you wanted to go home early today, it was the weekend and you needed some well-earned sleep.

“It’s Minseok’s birthday tomorrow; we should do something for him.”  Baekhyun murmured as he tossed a grape up in the air and caught it in his mouth. You studied Baekhyun’s jaw as it moved up and down crushing his food and then focused on his Adams apple as he swallowed the grape down his gullet. You felt a pair of eyes burning into the side of your face. The pair of eyes that had noticed your liking for Baekhyun, so you slowly peeled your eyes away and focused your gaze down at your shoes. You frowned, there was a scuff mark. They were still brand new you’d only bought them two weeks ago.

Chanyeol nodded in Baekhyun’s direction.
“Sounds good to me what did you have in mind?”

Baekhyun popped the last grape into his mouth and sucked it off of the vine, you tried painfully hard to not look at him and once again you felt a pair of eyes burning into the side of your face, so you kept your gaze downwards.
“Hmm just a little get together…at Sehun’s maybe?” He winked slyly at Sehun who rolled his eyes and pouted beside you.

“Why me?!” Sehun protested staring deftly into Baekhyun’s face; waiting for an answer different to the one he always received but of course it was the same as normal.

“Because you’re the one with a free house.” Baekhyun scoffed stretching his body out on the bean bag , this time you couldn’t help it you looked up at him and studied the way his fingers stretched and grabbed for the air around him. He was wearing a ring you hadn’t seen before which peaked your interest.

“But I’m the one that ends up with a messy apartment and idiots passed out on my couch. I don’t want that.” Sehun frowned, creases forming on his forehead.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes at the tall male as he shifted on the bean bag and then stood up stretching which caused his shirt to shift and the base of his stomach to show, You let out an unimpressed breath, why was this boy always unintentionally toying with your brain.
“Come on Sehun stop complaining, it’s for a good cause man!”
Due to family complications Sehun lived alone in a beautiful apartment which you wanted to steal from him and claim as your own; it was the most aesthetically pleasing space that you had ever had the pleasure of breathing and existing in, you always got excited when Sehun invited you over. Almost as excited as you got going to Baekhyun’s house and that was saying something. “Ok so yours at 8PM tomorrow yeah?”Sehun rolled his eyes as he knew that he had been overthrown and defeated by the council which was Baekhyun. “I’ll do the drinks.”

“I’ll bring the playlist.” Chanyeol raised his arm.

“I’ll get a cake.” You said shifting in your space on the bean bag as you felt the same pair of familiar eyes boring into your skin, watching you watch Baekhyun. You scoffed inwardly and looked from Baekhyun to your shoes once again.

“Me and Rozz will do the food then.” Nel piped up from the side making you jump. You had almost forgotten that her and Rozz were sitting with you. You had been too distracted by beautiful Byun Baekhyun. Baekhyun turned his attention to Sehun and walked behind where he was sat.

“And what about you Sehun?”

Sehun shook his head in disbelief.
“I’m providing the house, what the fuck else do you want?”

Baekhyun rolled his eyes at Sehun’s statement. More often than not Sehun didn’t hesitate to give blunt and straight forward statements ad not everyone approved of how point blank he could be.

“Well I’d better go and get those drinks sorted then.” Baekhyun sighed as he pulled out his car keys from his pocket and dragged his bag up from the floor.

“I’ll come too, you can give me a lift to get the cake right?” You looked up at Baekhyun expectantly your eyes focusing on his lips and you were praying to God that he didn’t notice but right now you couldn’t tear your gaze away and you felt stupid for it. You stood up slowly from your bean bag as you waited for his answer; you bit your lip anxiously. It was only a car ride so why you were acting so nervous you didn’t understand maybe it was at the realisation that you’d be alone with Baekhyun in a car that made your skin got hot. You were used to being alone with Baekhyun many of the time but it felt like you were getting one up on the other girls and it felt good.

“Yeah sure, let’s go now.” He motioned towards the door.

“Where’s Jongdae?” Rozz looked over her shoulder at nothing particular. Oh yes, where was Jongdaae? You hadn’t seen him the whole day in fact.

“I’m not actually sure. See you guys tomorrow.” You waved to everyone as you followed Baekhyun out of the building.

The smell of Baekhyun’s car was one of your most favourite smells in the world. Purely because it smelt like Baekhyun and like spiced apple and cinnamon your favourite air freshener and candle scent. You silently hummed along to the radio as Baekhyun drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. It didn’t take long for you to get to the shop it was a five minute drive from the university. You found yourself staring at Baekhyun when he wasn’t looking. His face twisted in confusion as he tried to pick between the brand of alcohol that he should buy. You giggled to yourself, he looked so puzzled and it was cute. You mentally scolded yourself this fascination with Baekhyun had to stop you thought as you picked up a plain vanilla cake. Sehun’s taste was as blunt as his personality and so he preferred things pretty plain and you knew that he would complain about a chocolate cake despite the fact it wasn’t even his birthday. Sometimes you wondered how you had all ended up friends with Sehun his personality was so different to all of yours sometimes you wondered if he just picked you because you were the best bunch that the lousy high school had to offer and so he had to settle for less.
You looked to your right at the shop window as you edged towards the counter still waiting for Baekhyun. You frowned. You could see Nel outside maybe Sehun had dropped her off so she could get food but she was with Reiji. One of the ‘critters’ as Baekhyun had labelled them.

“You ready Y/N?” Baekhyun asked walking up to the counter and placing the drinks down following your gaze outside, he pouted at the sight. Lately Baekhyun had been looking at both Nel and Reiji like that and you didn’t like it.

“Excuse me sir, I said would you like a bag with that?” The acne-covered cashier asked snapping you and Baekhyun out of your momentary daze.

“Oh…Uh…No no. Sorry.” He laughed sheepishly as he tapped his card on the reader and then lifted the crate of alcohol. He looked back towards the window and then frowned. Nel and Reiji were gone. You quickly walked up to the counter paying for the cake and hurriedly rushed after Baekhyun who was walking at ample speed towards his car. He was silent and it was putting you on edge. It wasn’t a comforting silence either but it was an awkward one, one that had the ability to stifle you.

“Hey Baek are you okay?”

“Hmm?” He whipped his head towards you as he lowered the crate of alcohol into the boot. “Oh yeah. Listen I’m going to drop you straight home tonight and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He sped to your house which also wasn’t a very long distance the hum of the radio making the ride all the more awkward. You tried to ignore the depletion in Baekhyun’s mood. You frequently became upset when Baekhyun became cold around you so when you reached home you got out of the car as quickly as you could. You didn’t want to be in his presence if he wasn’t going to be happy around you.

You showed up a little bit early at Sehun’s house the next day to help him set up. His apartment was spectacular to say the least. The interior was plain and dull just like Sehun; but it was exquisite and sophisticated at the same time. Just like Sehun. It was filled with block monochrome whites, blacks and greys. Sehun wasn’t one for colour and creativity but his simplistic mind was intriguing and you promised one day that you would delve deeper into what went on inside his brain. He greeted you bluntly at the door. A simple “Hi” as he turned his back and let you shut the door behind yourself. What a gentleman.
He wore a simple white t-shirt and black jeans to match the colour of his house and state of mind. His face was blank as he watched you place your cake down on the counter.

“Flavour?” He asked his facial expression still unchanging.

“Just plain vanilla.”

He offered a simple nod in response as he picked up his phone from the side and began to walk towards his room.

“Call me when the others get here.”

You frowned, something felt off.

“Sehun wait! What’s wrong?…”

“Nothing.”

He was lying to you and you knew it.

“Sehun…”

“It’s my parents…can we just leave it.”
You let out a heavy breath and bit your lips anxiously; Sehun was famous for becoming moody when he didn’t have his own way and if he didn’t want to talk then he most certainly wouldn’t talk. Normally you would pry but since it was Minseok’s birthday you didn’t want to drag the mood down. There was a quiet knock on the front door. The knock belonged to Jongdae, you stood there staring at Sehun waiting for him to go and open the door but rolled your eyes when you realised he was stood in his spot and staring back at you.

“I’ll get it then shall I?” You smiled sarcastically walking over to the door you opened it slowly revealing Jongdae, Chanyeol, Rozz and Nel on the other side. Jongdae’s face was hidden under a black cap whilst Chanyeol’s hair was parted neatly down the middle showing off his forehead. You looked at Nel and Rozz; they were both wearing dresses and suddenly you felt underdressed as you looked down at your jeans and blouse. Baekhyun was sure to focus on the other girls now. Your thought process made you cringe, but you couldn’t help it. You felt compelled to feel the need like Baekhyun and you weren’t exactly sure why. Maybe it was because you were so comfortable with your friendship.

“So are you going to let us in or are you just going to stand there?” Jongdae turned his palms upwards.

“Ahh sorry.” You stepped aside letting them into the house. The girls had placed the food that they had brought down on the table beside the cake you had purchased; whilst Chanyeol set up his mini speaker set and began playing music. You weren’t a ‘party person’ yourself but you could feel relaxed around your friends.

Sehun crossed his arms over his chest as he eyed Jongdae up and down from where he stood.

“So you didn’t bring anything?”

Jongdae scoffed as he dropped down on one of the black sofas closer to the sliding glass doors that led out to the balcony.

“I brought my integrity and charm.” He flashed Sehun a smile; which was only pissing the taller boy off more. You frowned at Jongdae and shook your head subtly as you tried telling him that what he was doing wasn’t a great idea. He rolled his eyes and turned his attention to Chanyeol telling him what song he should play.
The music filled the apartment and the atmosphere was more so calm than anything else; you made yourself busy by placing some white candles on Minseok’s cake, there weren’t enough but the little you had would have to do. There was a knock on the door as Nel bounced up from her seat.

“I’ll get it!” She swung the door open.

“SURPRISE!” you all shouted; you were clapping your hands loudly your eyes flicking between Minseok and Baekhyun. You knew that your eyes should be on the birthday boy but Baekhyun was catching your eye and you couldn’t help yourself and once again you could feel a pair of eyes burning into your skin watching you watching Baekhyun. You cleared your throat as you blinked and walked over to Minseok wrapping your arms around him; he smelt musky and like Baekhyun’s car.

“Happy Birthday Minnie!” You shouted into his ear causing him to slap you away playfully. His eyes were wide as he stared around the apartment smiling.

“I thought we were coming here to play video games Baek.” He faced palmed himself at how dumb he was for missing the obvious. “Thanks guys I appreciate it. But can we cut the cake because I’m bloody hungry and it looks amazing.”
You laughed at Minseok and nodded as you ran to the kitchen to retrieve a box of matches.

The get together ended up being a success. Maybe a little bit too successful you thought to yourself as you stared uncomfortably at Minseok, Jongdae and Baekhyun who had gotten themselves helplessly drunk along with Nel, they were dancing beside each other and tripping over things. You looked worriedly at Baekhyun he got tipsy on the occasion, yes. But he had never gotten this helplessly drunk and you wondered if there was something bugging him. You were about to make your way over to ask him if he was okay when your heart stopped and time stopped with it. You looked over to see Baekhyun making out with Nel and what made it worse is that they were not attempting to keep it a secret. And you felt the same pair of eyes staring at you again; but possibly more so with worry this time. Your heart accelerated full speed and felt as though it would rip through your chest; breathing was complicated as your eyes were darting from Nel to Baekhyun. You hurriedly made your way over to the sliding door pulling it open you stepped out onto the balcony letting the cool air hit your face. You gasped for breath. Why was Baekhyun kissing Nel what was wrong with him? You were convinced now that your outfit was not enough. You willed for yourself to calm down and so you stood outside for a long while, dangling your arms over the railings.
The view from Sehun’s apartment was beautiful. You could see all of the city lights they looked like millions of stars but on the ground rather than in the sky. You could hear the late night hustle and bustle, engines of cars and the hum of electricity as it whizzed through the power lines across the city.
The music had stopped from inside now and you found yourself letting out a disgruntled deep breath. You felt sick and peeved off. You were one of Baekhyun’s oldest friends. Was he really that blind. Anger and Sadness was swallowing you whole and you became scared because when you were upset you did irrational things. You wanted to get revenge somehow but you knew that you weren’t a hateful person so whatever you were going to do next it would be stupid. You walked back through the house past all of the passed out bodies on the floor and sofa. Baekhyun tucked beside Nel. You could feel your blood boiling over as you looked at how peaceful they looked. You stormed over to Sehun’s room shutting the door slowly behind you and climbed under the sheets beside him wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Woah Y/N what the fuck are you doing?” He elbowed you in the stomach and twisted round so that he was facing you. You bit your lip nervously as you studied his face. He was angry; lines set into his forehead as he frowned at you. He was already in a bad mood why would you go and anger him further. He was shirtless and his body heat under the covers was making you feel uncomfortable.

Sehun was the pair of eyes that was constantly watching you watching Baekhyun. He was the one who had noticed; though he never outwardly told you, you knew that he knew and he was always watching from a distance.

“You’re drunk; get the fuck out of my room.”

“I’m not drunk.” You whimpered, covering your face in embarrassment. “I’ve not even had anything to drink.”
He sighed loudly as his features softened; he pulled the duvet higher so that he could cover his chest as he stared at you.

“I know what this is about. You’re upset because of Baek…But this isn’t what you want or what I want. Go and get some sleep on the sofa.” You pouted at him, you wanted comfort. But he stared back at you with cold eyes. “Get out Y/N…Or go home.” You frowned as you shifted off of the mattress and walked back into the living room. But your breath stopped once again as you stared around the living room.

Baekhyun and Nel were gone.

anonymous asked:

Literally and jily headcanons. Or wolfstar headcanons. Maybe morning headcanons?

This is a little different to what you asked for but here are some jily-morning headcanons:

  • Lily is not a morning person. She’s a go-to-bed-at-2am-wake-up-at-2pm kinda person. 
  • James is the worst kind of morning person imaginable. The I’ve-already-run-5k-and-read-3-books-before-8am kind of person.
  • So their morning routine is a little odd, but they make it work.
  • James is always up first and tends to do all sorts of odd jobs until a “normal” hour, when he usually brings Lily a cup of coffee (the only effective way of waking her).
  • He won’t admit it, but sometimes he lies there staring at her, until he mentioned this to Sirius who called him a creep (he didn’t really stop, they’re married it’s only a little creepy)
  • Night times are a different story. 
  • While James can stay up late, he generally cannot function after 9pm, which is when Lily is always her most productive.
  • So the roles are reversed, and Lily bounds around doing all sorts of productive things while James crashes on the couch with a book and a cup of tea (or he just goes to bed, but has to suffer Lily’s comments about old age)
  • When Harry comes along all sorts of things change, and their nice routines are almost entirely thrown out.
  • Harry has zero sleeping routine at first and both James and Lily savour any sleep they can get.
  • After a few months Harry, like his dad, is up at the crack of dawn.
  • Lily swears she must’ve done something awful in a past life to end up in a house full of morning people (but non-so-secretly enjoys the morning coffee and breakfasts made by her boys)
Epic Movie (Re)Watch #186 - The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement

Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: I think so.

Do I remember it: Better than I did the 1st one, which isn’t saying much.

Did I see it in theaters: No

Format: Blu-ray

I nominated the recap for the first Princess Diaries to @princessofsunnydale because she nominated it for my (Re)Watch so I thought I’d do the same for this post. Thanks!

1) I think it was a wildly smart decision to move the setting of this film from San Francisco to Mia’s often spoke of but rarely seen dominion of Genovia. It’s an organic next step to her story. We saw her learn how to be a princess in San Fran, now we see how she actually adapts to her home country (which is a lively character in its own right). The decision to jump ahead five years ahead instead of three (the number of years between releases) I think also is nice. Mia is more comfortable in the agency she gained in the first film, the relationship with her beau Michael is not hanging over her head, it just allows the film to not be dogged down by some plot points from the first film.

2) Sir Fat Louie? Did they knight him? Can you knight a cat?

3) I didn’t remember this line before I put in the movie but I do now.

Originally posted by say-hi-or-die

4) Shonda Rhimes co-authored the story AND wrote the screenplay? Huh.

Originally posted by iliveforscandal

(I don’t actually watch any Shonda Rhimes shows, now that I think about it.)

5) Chris Pine as Nicholas.

Originally posted by scarlettjo

There is a strong initial chemistry Pine has with lead actress Hathaway, allowing the audience to grow invested in their relationship quickly. Even/especially when they’re not getting long, you can just fell the sexual chemistry in the air between them. It’s fun, making the film stronger because of it.

Chris Pine on his own is as charismatic and interesting as ever. In lesser hands the character of Nicholas could be an even bigger jerk and while there are antagonistic qualities to him the audience UNDERSTANDS his motivations. He is trying to honor what he believes his dead father wanted, he believes he’s trying to do what’s best for Genovia. And when he sees he was mistaken, he tries to step aside. There’s a nice honesty to Pine’s performance. He doesn’t play Nicholas as an over the top mustache twirling villain. All in all, Pine does a fine job in this film and helps support it.

6) Except for one black guy, Genovia’s parliament is made up of all white guys saying they don’t want a woman to rule unless she has a man by her side.

Originally posted by mulder-scully-gifs

I think Queen Clarisse has the perfect response to that.

Originally posted by classyncguy

The law is severely sexist and antiquated. One of the members of parliament claims it should be respected because it is 300 years old. Saying a law is that old is not an effective argument for it as much as it is AGAINST it. 300 years ago in 2004 that’s 1704. That’s slavery, that’s a fundamental lack of women’s rights across most countries. Don’t use the fact a law is old to argue for it. Laws should evolve as the world does.

7) John Rhys Davies is a wonderful character actor who plays Nicholas’ uncle as a holier than thou elitist arrogant jerk. I love to hate him in this, but I might need to watch Lord of the Rings or Raiders of the Lost Ark next to balance out my feelings.

8) Hey guys. Remember that time Catwoman stomped on Captain Kirk’s foot in front of Gimli and Mary Poppins?

Originally posted by its-a-new-sound-track

I’m sure someone has made this joke before, but still.

9) The last film was largely about Clarisse putting her duty as queen aside to be Mia’s grandmother, a relationship which is as strong in this film as ever.

Clarisse [after Mia stomped on Nicholas’ foot]: “As a grandma I say right on.”

10) Like the first film, this movie’s biggest flaw is definitely pacing. Many scenes serve no purpose for the larger plot and instead distract from the main conflict. But - like with the first film - these scenes are also some of the most memorable. So…I’m not sure what to say then. I’m just going to move on.

11) I dig this.

Matarazzo is a continued treat in this film as she was in the first, stealing a number of scenes and infusing some quality humor into the plot. The way she mixes with Genovian life and culture can lead to some nice fish out of water observations, and Matarazzo plays the role with as much commitment and heart as she did in the first film. God bless Lily.

12) The bachelor selection scene is - by far - one of my favorite moments in the film. It is directly related to the plot and has an incredible amount of humor to it. Also, it’s not nearly as long as I remember.

For those of you who didn’t watch the clip above (or even if you did), here is my favorite moment from the scene.

(GIFs originally posted by @ezrajamessharkington​)

I mean it’s small, but I appreciate that both this film and its predecessor acknowledge the LGBTQIA+ community more than other Disney films did at the time.

13) Callum Blue as Andrew Jacoby.

Much like Michael from the first film, Andrew is able to be a good guy while avoiding the trope of Nice Guy™. There is a respect he has for Mia, an understanding and a fondness. They clearly have a connection and appreciate each other’s company, but it is clear that neither of them love each other. And Andrew does not force this on Mia. He’s pretty much at her service, ready to respect her wishes without being a total pushover. He’s a good guy, someone who could have easily been a jerk or a bully but the fact Mia could plausibly end up with him just ups the stakes.

14) The fan scene is a nice moment of chemistry between Hathaway and Andrews, which (much like in the preceding film) is one of the strongest elements of this movie.

Originally posted by paintedprintedpaper

this film one of those moments is when she is reduced to tears because John Rhys Davies spooked her horse and revealed that - SHOCKER - women actually prefer to not ride side saddle. I suppose it’s better that she’s too hard on herself than not hard enough though, as she will be queen.

16) Damn, Joe is a badass.

Mabrey: “Sir, you will find that the word ‘fear’ is not in my vocabulary.”

Joe: “Perhaps. But it’s in your eyes.”

Originally posted by pitch-perfect-movie

17) Hey look! The foot pop!

Originally posted by idontwannamissyouthisway

18) Okay, Nicholas is being creepy with Mia at the fountain. Yes, they kiss. But then she says no to him. Multiple times, too. Yet he keeps groping at her and chasing her around the fountain until they both fall in. And MIA’S in trouble?

Originally posted by emilysurvivesgradschool

19) The parade.

By far the strongest moment in the film. It shows off not only the agency Mia gained in the first film (she has the confidence to stop a parade), but also her incredible heart. She shows off such kindness and care for the people of Genovia, accepts her role as a leader, and is able to create a positive change through the sheer depth of her heart. Also, little Abigail Breslin is very cute.

20) Holy crap, Paul Williams is in this movie.

What is this movie?

21) The bridal slumber party is another scene which doesn’t really add to the plot and it goes a little long. BUT - again - it is wildly memorable. Especially seeing Julie Andrews surf on a mattress after giving a wink to her most iconic character.

Originally posted by stydixa

Originally posted by tripps42

22) Julie Andrews’ song.

Julie Andrews underwent surgery in 1997 to treat what she referred to as a muscular striation on her vocal cords. She emerged from the surgery with permanent damage that hurt her singing voice and gave a rasp to her speaking voice (for which she sued the hospital for malpractice two years later). Julie Andrews basically lost her singing voice. Her song “Your Crowning Glory” was the first time she sang on screen since the surgery. Although it was set in a limited range to accommodate her voice, she was reported to have nailed it on the first take and brought tears to the eyes of crew members on set. Raven Symoné - who duets with Andrews on the song - was so moved when she told she’d be singing with the legend that she too was reportedly brought to tears. If for no other reason, I am grateful this movie exists for all of that.

23) Nicholas is very ready to step aside and let Mia rule.

Nicholas [after his uncle notes all their work would be for nothing]: “It wouldn’t be nothing. Genovia would in good hands.”

I love that. I love that he’s true to his beliefs about doing what’s right for Genovia, NOT himself.

24) So there’s a slight bit of foreshadowing here.

Nicholas [at Mia’s window]: “Rapunzel, Rapunzel…”

Originally posted by missdeev

Chris Pine would later go on to play Cinderella’s Prince in the 2014 film adaptation of Into the Woods, which also featured the characters of Rapunzel and her prince.

25) I’m surprised Paolo’s back. I mean, Larry Miller is great. But didn’t he totally betray the trust of the royal family in the first film? And also, why is he suddenly kinda bad at styling Mia?

Originally posted by siizzy

26) Bless whoever made this

(I just found this on google. If this is your’s and you want credit let me know and I’ll be happy to give it.)

27) Um, guys…

What the heck is Stan Lee doing in The Princess Diaries 2? Is Mia going to join The Avengers? Is Genovia a part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe? What is happening!?

All humor aside, as I understand it Stan Lee will cameo in any movie asked as long as he gets his standard fee. I think he wants to have the record for most cameos ever.

28) I dig it, Andrew.

Andrew [after Mia calls off the wedding]: “Uh…thank you. Thank you for saving me from doing the proper thing for once in my life.”

29) Much like the first film, it is Mia who must take her own fate in her hands. She’s the one who argues against the marriage law, she’s the one who convinces the people and parliament to strike it down (although the Prime Minister is again incredibly supportive and I love that). It’s her taking charge of her life, which I think is absolutely great.

Originally posted by baku-babe

30) I 100% forgot that part of this film ended with Clarisse and Joe getting married. I am very okay with that.

31) OH MY GOD YES! PARLIAMENT IS MORE DIVERSE AT THE END! THERE ARE SO MANY WOMEN AND EVEN WOMEN OF COLOR AND IT’S JUST BEAUTIFUL AND DIVERSE AND I NEED MORE OF IT! THANK YOU!

Originally posted by ultraselfdeprecatingnarcissist


Like the first film, The Princess Diaries 2 held up surprisingly better than I was expecting. Obviously it’s aimed at a younger audience than me but it was pretty enjoyable. Anne Hathaway is strong as ever, as is Julie Andrews, while Chris Pine is a welcome and fitting addition to the cast. The themes are nicely feminist as is the ending. Overall I just find it an enjoyable film worth the watch.

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12x19 | The Future

I’m with Dean. This is completely f**cked up.

It’s creepy how Kelly accepts her role as nothing but a “container” for the divine. It’s even more creepy to see Cas support her in this considering how he himself once persuaded Jimmy to become a vessel of the divine, and then shamelessly abused the poor guy’s faith.

On top of that, it’s disturbing how Kelly readily chooses its powers over her child’s life, health and happiness. That’s not motherly love. That’s not even faith. That’s fanatism.

To quote Dean: You don’t lay that kind of crap on your kids.

The Last of Us - Fan Cast

So I’ve been asked this question a lot, especially lately and I just figured I would throw something together quickly. I’m not great at this stuff, but I will share what I think. 

Joel: Hugh Jackman – I thought Hugh would be a perfect cast before they made Logan and Logan just reaffirmed he would be great for it. Honorable Mentions: Josh Brolin, Dylan McDermott, Gerard Butler & Jeffrey Dean Morgan. 

Ellie: Unknown – I’d like to see an unknown actress get cast in this role to be honest with you. 

Marlene: Sonequa Martin-Green – From the first moment I saw her on The Walking Dead, I thought she would be perfect. 

Bill: W. Earl Brown – I think he’d be a nice cast. 

Tommy: Andrew Lincoln – I think he’d be awesome in the role.

Henry: Michael B Jordan – I’d like to see him in the role. As far as Sam, I’d like to see a newcomer cast in that role as well. 

Tess: Cobie Smulders – When I saw her in Jack Reacher I thought she’d make a decent Tess. 

David: Gary Oldman – Gary is an awesome actor and I think he could play this creepy role well. 

anonymous asked:

genuine question. what would have been a good way for the crewverse to show that the whole owning-pearls-like-slaves thing is wrong and avoid the whole cutesy pearl "oh look they're so pretty and beautiful let's completely ignore that they're treated as objects" thing that they have now

okay lemme write out how it couldve been portrayed well

-all the CG’s are actually disgusted by the pearls treatment
Garnet and Amethyst didnt really appear horrified when they saw YP, aka an enslaved Pearl. Only pearl really did. and even when Steven found out about their “role”, he only defended OUR pearl. there was no, “hey! all pearls can be useful, peridot! and pearl is a great example of this!”
-their outfits are less sexual
most of the time when i see people designing pearls for their gemsonas, its like a silkier version of their “owner”’s. i have never liked how the HW Pearls wear skimpy leotards and thigh highs, etc. its creepy af to me. why couldnt YP wear idk an actual “ballerina outfit” (a lot of ppl seem to view them as that so) or like, a mini suit, to fit Yellow’s aesthetic?
-they’re not just “dolls”
remember in YD’s first appearance, how YP was kind of portrayed as a secratary for YD? why cant that be their role? that wouldve been cooler and made more sense. the Diamonds are rulers, they dont have time to take every report. When BD was revealed, her Pearl wasnt doing anything, just standing around. A HUGE downgrade from what they were first implied to be like.
-Imply that the Diamonds go through pearls like candy
this is just one of my personal headcanons that was proved to be wrong, but.
when i first saw the Diamonds, as dictators etc, i was convinced that BP was dead by the present in canon. That Blue would get mad and just shatter her, then order a new one. I thought YP Would have died to, cuz of peridot. this is kinda morbid for a kids show, yeah, but a lot of other fans also thought this was how it was when they were introduced. even if they didnt do that, they couldve made them reform with new outfits to imply SOME sort of mistreatment/abuse.

in summary, i dont like how pearls are said to be mistreated but then never actually shown to be mistreated. show me the pearls being upset. let them show how tired they are of their situation. let pearl liberate them. seriously.

some thoughts re. season 3

So. In the wake of season 3 I’m aware I haven't… posted very much, necessarily, and I’ve been a bit salty and bitter about things. And I want to take a minute to address why, so that people can understand where I’m coming from with this and why my mood is so “sad and angry and ready to fight the world”.

Let me start by saying: this is not my first rodeo. I have been in fandoms a long-ass time. I know that shows do not always go the way you want them to, and that creators will tell their own story according to what they want to do and no fan is ‘entitled’ to have that story turn out according to their wishes. So when I say “I am really unhappy about Season 3” I want people to understand that I am not simply throwing my toys out the pram because I didn’t get the storylines/ships/characters that I wanted.

I went into this season with a handful of theories that I thought might be canon. Most of them didn’t pan out, and you know what? I’m not mad about that. Sure, I didn’t get Ryou and my theory about the origins of Voltron is pretty much dead in the water but that does not bother me. I’m cool with that. That is not why I’m upset and angry.

This is about Shiro. Like so, so many things for me: it’s about Shiro.

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anonymous asked:

What would the egos nickname their s/o?

I know most of these are typically female terms, but there aren’t many male/non binary love terms if you think about it.

Darkiplier: Doll or darling. It can be so creepy! Just imagine him saying that slowly in his echoey voice. Gives me chills.

Googleplier: Whatever nickname is popular at the time. He searches for trends and tries to follow. So yes, he said bae for a while.

Wilford Warfstache: Bunchkins. Snufflebunny. Honeymunches. Etc. The kinds of ridiculous sounding names you would use talking to a pet. 

The Host: Babe. 

Bim Trimmer: Honey or sweetie. Just think of him saying that. Fits his voice perfectly as an overly happy T.V. show host.

Ed Edgar: pardner or pal-friend.

Doctor Iplier: Nurse. He likes to role-play so DON’T KINK-SHAME THE DOCTOR.

Yandereplier: baby-girl. Just kidding! Senpai, obviously.

Oath | Character Profile

A/N: This is something that I should’ve written a long time ago, but somehow always left aside. I hope it will help to get a better understanding of the story and the motives behind the characters’ decisions. If you have any questions regarding any of the characters, please ask me. I left the reader character out because I think you got a clearer picture of her. I will add more things later if I omitted any. 

Black Tiger

Originally posted by lordhuarrache

  • Original character        
  • Jungkook’s father        
  • Leader of the most influential gang in the city
  • Used to work alongside Yoongi’s father, but betrayed him and started his own group. He ended up killing Yoongi’s whole family, main reason why Yoongi is so keen on bringing him down.
  • Selfish, greedy, doesn’t care who needs to die to get what he wants; treasures bloodline, but not more than he treasures his own kingdom; knows no mercy, will kill you if you take a wrong step;     
  • At one point looked at Yoongi like he would at his own son      
  • Was always against Jungkook going to college and living a normal life; saw in him a future leader and pushed the idea into the child’s brain;
  • Was highly disappointed and disgusted when Jungkook said he wanted to leave his group
  • Considers human relationships and feelings a great weakness·        knows no kindness, shows no love   
  • Is feared by most of his men, partly why nobody ever leaves·        
  • Usually prefers to order people to do his dirty work·        
  • Has a superiority issue        
  • Was once very skilled in gun shooting and fighting, but with age they faded        
  • Wants to get rid of Yoongi, but has a trace of respect for him       
  • Kept Namjoon by his side and trained him to become his heir, just in case Jungkook bailed (which he did)        
  • Is now proud to see his son came back to his senses, and know his greatest weakness       
  • His way of treating people could bring his downfall

Min Yoongi

Originally posted by foreveryoongz

  • raised by the most powerful family at the time
  • always looked up to his father
  • had a younger sister he treasured a lot
  • lost all of his loved ones in a single night at the hands of Black Tiger
  • his father committed suicide to keep them safe
  • he only survived because he was out of the house with some friends, came back to nothing but ashes
  • always had a feeling Black Tiger was not to be trusted, especially after he left his father’s group
  • believed his father’s kindness was his greatest weakness
  • swore not to make the same mistake
  • hates betrayers more than anything
  • is a good strategist and magnificent leader
  • is respected by his men, and he never lets them down
  • is skilled with guns and computers
  • is great at making connections and deals (family trait)
  • would go to great lengths to avenge his men
  • was raised and trained by his father’s most loyal man
  • his training partner had been Hoseok ever since they were kids
  • came to trust Hoseok the most out of his group
  • doesn’t like to share much information about his life
  • can be ruthless, but never to the same extent as Black Tiger
  • has moments in which he sees his little sister in Y/N
  • has gained power on his own, but his father’s name always followed
  • always puts his group’s safety and well being before everything else
  • didn’t feel nor believe in love ever since his family was murdered
  • hardly ever smiled
  • is always aware of his whereabouts and has a plan B for everything
  • doesn’t seem to have any weaknesses
  • his father would be proud of him

Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by foreveryoongz

  • was the kid of Mr. Min’s most trusted man
  • grew alongside Yoongi and trained together
  • was always meant to be part of the group, even before that tragic night
  • dreamed of being the best shooter and eventually became one
  • is skilled with pistols and shotguns
  • knows how to make all sorts of drugs
  • is the group’s most trusted doctor
  • can use his skills for torture as well
  • knows how to get answers out of people
  • finds pleasure in inducing pain
  • shows no mercy as a trainer (and not only)
  • can be very cold and aggressive
  • is Yoongi’s confidant
  • the only one whose opinion and ideas Yoongi listens to
  • didn’t quite trust you at first but came to admire your dedication
  • is the only member in the group without much drama in his past

Park Jimin

Originally posted by sugaglos

  • was an orphan turned delinquent before Yoongi took him into the group
  • was always fascinated by gangs and guns
  • never met his parents and had no intention
  • is a womanizer and proud of it
  • very skilled sniper
  • loves the power that comes with the shot
  • he was added to the group before Taehyung, but they always trained together
  • owns a nightclub that he usually visits when he’s bored
  • loves gambling, but never when he’s on the losing side
  • runs some gun and drug smuggling businesses
  • never went against Yoongi’s words
  • would probably kill you if you messed with his people
  • is usually the one to stop Taehyung from doing stupid stuff
  • he watches your every move with doubt ever since Taehyung fell for you, afraid you would stab them in the back once you regained your memories
  • he can be your best friend and worst enemy in the same day
  • is more on the chill side, but with deep darkness in his heart

Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by missbaptan

  •  was abandoned by his mom on the side of the road when he was 6
  • lived in the lowest conditions for most of his childhood
  • became involved in gangs as a teen, but always got in trouble and was kicked out of them
  • ended up being added to the group two years after Jimin, after he stumbled across Hoseok (he needed money at the time and planned on attacking the first person that came his way, not knowing who he was up against)
  • was close to death so many times he became immune to the fear that came with it
  • the only thing he actually fears and detests is abandonment
  • has major trust issues
  • became really attached to Jungkook while they worked together, but his betrayal turned them into enemies
  • he put locks to his emotions every time he got hurt
  • at first he only wanted you as a form of revenge, but then he actually fell for you
  • was denying falling in love with you because he was too afraid of the feeling
  • turned from sweet angel to possessive demon after your memories of Jungkook came back
  • would go to great lengths to keep you by his side
  • his love is genuine, but his demons change it into something else
  • never wants to hurt you, but always ends up doing so
  • doesn’t like making promises because he knows he can’t keep them;  and also considers them like chains around his ankles
  • loves freedom and venturing into the night
  • his rage outbursts are no joke
  • would not want him as your enemy
  • loves torturing and playing with his victims
  • feels no remorse
  • is skilled in several martial arts and very good with guns
  • owns a hotel where he wears the mask of a respected CEO
  • mood swings are not foreign
  • has a strong aura and his mysterious, always changing attitude fuels his power of attraction
  • would never back away from a fight
  • is blinded by his feelings for you at times
  • is the one Yoongi’s most worried about
  • would most likely not listen to any advice or opinion that comes against his way of thinking
  • his smile could go from sweet to creepy in one second
  • 80% of the time your worst nightmare
  • sweet, sweet poison

Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by sugageek

  • came from a poor family, but after gaining the attention of Black Tiger for his remarkable intellect, he became a member of the group
  • was always on the second position of a possible leader -after Jungkook- and hated that
  • trained twice as hard to gain recognition, but somehow Jungkook always ended up getting the praise
  • swore to do anything it takes to get the leader’s position
  • was offered a smaller leading position under Black Tiger; had to manage a smaller group within the gang
  • ruthless just like his role model
  • doesn’t care who dies to get what he wants
  • is close only to Jin, his friend since the moment he stepped into the group
  • hates anyone that brings dirt to his image
  • loves power more than anything
  • has good strategies, but he 9/10 times falls behind Yoongi
  • when angry, he makes the sloppiest plans
  • only hates Yoongi because of the competition, but inside he’d want Jungkook dead more than him due to personal traumas
  • wants Black Tiger to notice him and lowkey hates him for not doing so
  • would use you against Jungkook any given time
  • master of covering his tracks (think back to how he planned to kill Jungkook without anyone knowing, then played the hero)
  • would most likely have the same fate as Black Tiger
  • his greatest weakness is himself
  • owns a few buildings, one of them being a hotel

Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by yoongichii

  • one of the best med student in his school
  • son of a renowned doctor, good friend of Black Tiger’s
  • was somehow forced into the group by his father
  • the doctor of the group
  • Namjoon’s sole confidant and friend
  • is still afraid of Namjoon (especially when he’s angry)
  • actually has a heart
  • will never take part in torturing the victims, but would provide the necessary things
  • knows his drugs
  • heard of Hoseok and admired his work
  • has no desire for power whatsoever
  • always ends up cleaning after Namjoon
  • never wanted any of this, but it doesn’t bother him either
  • would fight for that is right (from his point of his view)

Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by 7bboys

  • son of Black Tiger and inheritor of the group
  • always hated the mafia but never had a way out
  • feared his father for most of his life
  • born shooter, excellent fighter
  • fast learner
  • different from his father in all aspects
  • never had the love of a mother (she died shortly after giving birth to him)
  • always wanted to lead a normal life, go to school, make friends, go to college, get a job, die of old age
  • isn’t afraid of running in front of a bullet
  • has a strong body (considering all the beatings he took)
  • his gentleness contrasts his rough upbringing
  • found the love of his life when death was just around the corner
  • found the courage to go against his father (and almost died, again)
  • is ready to give up everything for you any given moment
  • finds shelter only in your arms
  • never knew the meaning of ‘home’ until he met you
  • you smile gave him life
  • has no problems in doing house chores, even though he handled guns more than vacuum cleaners  
  • hates Taehyung for hurting you, but is also grateful for all he did for you
  • wouldn’t be able to kill any of Yoongi’s men even if he often says it
  • felt more comfortable working for Yoongi
  • found friendship and family within that group
  • always blamed himself for “the incident”, for betraying them
  • had to lie to you to keep you away from danger
  • is good at negotiating and knows when and how to make a deal
  • would never let you down
  • his heart is capable of the purest love
  • thinks of Yoongi as his role model
  • most of Black Tiger’s men respect him and would rather have him as their leader
  • is haunted by the thought of you being part of the mafia world now
  • his only weakness is you
  • doesn’t have any buildings under his name, but would inherit everything from his father

The Reader aka Y/N

Originally posted by half-an-alien

  • was raised only by her mother
  • never knew her father, nor the reason why he left them
  • hardworking, helped her mother a lot as a kid
  • never had lots of friends
  • studying came first
  • lost her mother -to a disease- while she was in high school
  • had to move to a smaller apartment which she could afford with the little money she made 
  • had a boyfriend that left her with deep scars; never quite had any interest in dating after that
  • introvert 90% of the time
  • kind, always there to help, fast learner
  • very sensitive, but tough whenever the situation asks for it
  • on the defensive side rather that the offensive one
  • very down to earth
  • chill, but will punch you in the face if you cross the line
  • jeans over dresses
  • no strong makeup
  • clubs aren’t her thing
  • found it hard to trust Jungkook at first, but then poured all her love over him
  • always knew Jungkook was keeping something from her, but decided it was best to let him decide when the time is right to tell her
  • has moments of -crazy- bravery
  • her knowledge in psychology let her see behind the mask of everyone around her
  • felt pure hatred towards Namjoon when she woke up, even without knowing exactly the reason why
  • was allured by Taehyung’s aura, felt protected around him, sincerely fell for him
  • started to question her feelings as memories came back to her
  • always felt a stronger love towards Jungkook without even remembering him
  • is torn between burning romance, and sweet love
  • before regaining her memories, she had more questions than answers
  • low-key hated Jungkook for having to part ways again
  • wants to end Black Tiger only to bring Jungkook back to her again
  • fears Hoseok more than Yoongi
  • got along really well with Jimin before he started threatening her not to fall for Taehyung
  • adapted well to the mafia life
  • started to doubt everything around her after regaining her lost memories
  • has an inner love for cars, speed, the adrenaline rush
  • hates hurting people, but will do it for the ones she loves
  • can be easy to manipulate at times
  • won’t break easily
  • hates to give up
  • her strong love -for both men- is her biggest weakness 

I love how Marlene’s like “umm didn’t we deal with the NAT club already?!”

uM no Marlene???? Like who were they spying on? Why? Why was Garret killed? What did he know? What about the note that said ‘April Rose has Proof’? Why was Ian such a creepy weirdo? What was the deal with his death? Why was Melissa so afraid of people finding the tapes? Why did Spencer catch her destroying evidence? What was Jenna’s involvement?? Was Charlotte involved too?

Sorry, but the NAT club has played a major role throughout the whole series, and now it’s literally been pushed under the rug and forgotten about? Good work.

Color Me Yours

Hi guys! This is just a meet-cute about the reader and Tom meeting for the first time in a ceramic art studio! There are a few bad words, but other than that, it’s pure fluff! I hope you like it!

Color Me Yours

The only thing that had led Tom into the painting studio had been his boredom, but since he spotted the prettiest of all pretty girls wandering down the aisles in search of paints, he decided to stay put. Desperately seeking paints, brushes, or anything else that could be used to start a conversation with her, Tom began meandering through the studio.

    “Have you decided what you want to paint sir?” An employee’s monotonous voice asked dully from behind him, forcing Tom to stop his pacing.

    “Uh, yeah.” Tom mumbled, grabbing the nearest ceramic figure to him, which evidently turned out to be a tremendously large coffee mug. “This,” he said questioningly.

    “Wonderful. Paints are over there,” the employee said, pointing at the left half of the studio before walking off.

    “Helpful.” Tom grumbled beneath his breath as he rolled his eyes. At least he was pointed in the proper direction, while the girl seemed completely lost. Tom stopped to look at her for a moment, lost in how the light flickered off the glossiness of her hair. He observed that she was shy, like she was prepared to ask someone for help, but as soon as they got closer to her, the courage would evaporate on the tip of her tongue and she would just stare at her shoes. Tom decided that he’d help end her search for the assorted paints.

    “Hi,” Tom started, feeling a tad bashful himself, “you look a little lost, are you alright?” The words his brain was attempting to get his mouth to say were failing, sticking to the roof of his mouth like cheap bubblegum. Her eyes just looked so kind up close, and her skin looked soft, but not as soft as her petal colored lips. “I mean, you look totally alright, but like do you need help finding anything? The employees here don’t seem to keen on helping anyone.”

    Her eyebrows raised and her cheeks flushed and Tom cursed himself. He wouldn’t blame her if she asked him to fuck off.

    “Actually, do you happen to know where they keep the paint? I’ve been looking for a while, and I think I might be blind? Or maybe just dumb,” She trailed off, twiddling her thumbs, but Tom felt a resurgence of confidence lick through him when he saw her glance up and down his frame, before her cheeks began to heat up again.

    Candidly, the young girl knew exactly who stood in front of her. His name was Tom Holland, and he was a beyond amazing and attractive actor who happened to be playing the coveted role of Peter Parker in Spider-Man: Homecoming. She had first spotted him in The Impossible, and had harbored a small crush that transfigured into a massive one when she saw him again in Captain America: Civil War.

    She could barely believe that they happened to be in the same art studio, let alone the fact that he was standing in front of her looking nervous and offering to aid her on her quest for paint. She wondered if there was a non creepy way to let him know that he was quite possibly the love of her life.

    Tom scoffed, “M’sure you’re not dumb darling, you’ve picked the most intricate design in the entire shop. Besides, I doubt the employee even told you where to find the paints. He just kind of of,” Tom gestured with his arm to the left half of the store, “claimed paint was over here, but I’m kind of doubting it now. We can go look for it together?”

    She smiled and nodded before stepping forward to walk through the store next to Tom. “You know,” the girl started before she could stop herself, “I think you’re going to be the best Peter Parker that Marvel has ever had. Sorry if that’s an odd thing to say, I just think that you’re really neat.” She mentally hurled her body off a cliff, why couldn’t she have any sort of chill? She had binge-watched Sex and the City, she should know how to be a cool girl by now, but instead, she had to rebel and be just so her. It was beyond irritating.

    Lucky for her, Tom had never found a statement more endearing than the one currently hanging in the space between them. “That’s so sweet, darling, thank you so much. I’m kind of nervous that a lot of other people don’t think so,” Tom could tell that she was internally scolding herself, so he did his best to soothe her worries. “Furthermore, when’s a pretty girl telling you that she thinks you’re neat a bad thing?”

    She looked away as he smiled down on her, and she fiddled with the fairy figurine in her hands.

    “Well, we’re having a difficult time locating that paint, huh?” Tom sighed, ruffling a hand through his curls.

    “Yeah, what the hell? I don’t think that we’re both stupid and blind,” she trailed off, spinning around in a slow circle to get a better bearing on her surroundings. “It’s getting a tiny bit ridiculous. Like, they must’ve purposely hid the paints or something,” she wondered.

    “You know what? Stay put and I’m going to go drag that guy over here and make him show us where they hide their damn paint.” Tom said, promising to return with an employee or some clearer directions on where they could find the colors.

“The shop is called Color Me Mine,” Tom pondered out loud, “How is anyone supposed to color anything theirs if they don’t know where the fuck the paint is?” Once he finally received step by step directions, he rushed back towards the girl who stood waiting for him in the left wing of the painting studio.

“You wouldn’t believe it but I know where to find it!” Tom called, coming to a shaky stop in front of her, reaching to hold her shoulders to steady himself.

She rejoiced immediately, taking a hold of his hands and literally jumping with glee. “Thank goodness for you, Tom! Thank goodness!”

Tom felt like a hero, and he smiled when he thought of how happy making her happy was making him feel. He wondered if she had a partner at home who was making her happy, but that was overshadowed by his embarrassment that he’d forgotten to ask for her name.

“Of course, darling, but while we’re on the subject of names,” Tom didn’t think that he could be any lamer, “what’s yours? Can’t keep calling you darling forever,” He chuckled, smiling down at her.

She leaned into him and told him her name, secretly thinking that Tom Holland calling her darling forever wouldn’t be a bad thing either.

Tom spoke her name out loud, enjoying the way her name lingered in the air. “Well, shall we color them ours?” He asked, motioning to the fairy she held in her arms.

After the pair had decided on colors, they sat down together and began to talk, paint, and wander back to the clandestine cabinet that held all of the art supplies the studio offered to customers.

Right now, she and Tom had decided to compete in a battle of who could paint the prettiest item. She had stuck her oversized purse in between them to shield their designs. Although her bag was large, it only covered up what they were painting, so Tom and the girl’s eyes met over and over again.

They were engaged in a game of work uld you rather right now, and they were had making each other laugh so hard that they’d been given angry looks from bothered patrons.

“Alright, darling,” Tom had slipped back into the habit of calling her darling, not that she minded, “would you rather live inside ‘The Shining’ for a week or have the only film that you’re able to watch be ‘Misery?’”

“Oh my gosh! Getting to exist in the same universe as ‘The Shining’ is a complete dream come true! But, to specify, you’re referring to the King novel and not the shit film, right?” She smiled ear to ear, glad to have finally met someone who adored horror flicks the same way that she did.

“You’ve gotta be joking?” Tom said, looking away from the coffee mug in front of him that was about a step away from being completed, “The film was revolutionary for me when I watched it! How could anything Kubrick touches be shit?” He asked, eyes wide and brows raised.

“Well, to start, how old were you when you first watched it?” She teased.

“That’s absolutely besides the point!” Tom dismissed, laughing while he swirled his paintbrush through his final coat of paint.

“You were a kid, huh?” She smiled, her own fairy had been completely painted for a while now. “Have you even bothered to read the book?”

Tom opened and shut his mouth before cocking his head to the side and shaking his head.

“Exactly! If you decide to read it, you’d discover why Stephen King despises that film as much as he does!” She tried to sneakily glance over her purse-wall to see Tom’s progress.

“Hey, hey! You’ve been caught! No peeking, love, besides, I’m about three brushstrokes away from finishing!” Tom knew that what he was about to do was bold, but he hoped it would pay off. The mug he had originally just picked up to have something to hold had been painted into a gift for the girl across from him. He only hoped that it wouldn’t come off creepy and desperate, instead, he was hoping for cheesy and sweet.

“Not that I don’t believe in King’s genius, because I do, it’s just the film is a classic for a reason!” Tom said, finally setting down his brush. Poising the big question, Tom placed his hands on her bag, “Ready for the big reveal?”

She bit her lip and blushed as Tom’s brown eyes stared into her own. Settling her hand onto her bag too, she nodded. “Okay, on three?”
    Tom began the countdown, and by the count of two, all the hairs on his arms stood up, completely electrified.

When they reached one, they yanked her purse into the air, Tom moving it to the side of the table to clear the view of each other’s work.

The fairy she had painted was beautiful, dressed in soft pinks and greens, lively enough to make her way home to Pixie Hollow if she so pleased. When Tom looked at the fairy’s painter, he decided that she too was magical enough to belong in a fairy’s garden.

The mug he’d painted for her was a simple baby blue with a dark blue trim. He’d painted pink hearts along the handle, but the boldest part of the mug was the phrase he’d carefully drawn on. In messy, black cursive, the letters looped together read,

Color me yours?

And on the inside of the mug, he’s painted even more pink hearts and with the smallest of brushes, he wrote,

Breakfast at 10?

When she didn’t say anything, Tom began to panic. “Is it awful, oh gosh, I knew I shouldn’t have-,” but before he could finish his sentence, she cut him off.

“No, No! I’m sure that she’ll love it! It’s adorable!” Her insides her melting into a pile of goo, she wanted to believe that she stood a chance with Tom, but whoever was receiving this mug clearly was the only lady for him.

Tom stopped automatically, hands frozen and mouth dropped open, he couldn’t believe that she thought the mug was meant for someone else. “It’s, she’s, no-, darling this is for you. I want you to love it.”

He watched realization mist over her eyes and she let out a loud giggle, clapping a hand over her mouth and hiding her face.

“Oh my gosh, I’m such a doof,” Tom slid over to her side of the table, laughing as he extended an arm around her frame, pulling her to his chest. “I cannot believe I ruined that. Let me make it up to you, I have a copy of ‘The Shining’ in my car, borrow it, please, please, please.”

“You’re so silly, darling! Of course I made it for you! Granted, yes, the line was weak, but I figured you’d know that it was for you because we’ve spent the last hour and a half together at Color Me Mine!” Tom’s hand circled her lower back, “Alright, I’ll borrow the book if you meet me for breakfast and accept my mug, once it’s baked in the oven and dry.”

She leaned away from his body to meet his gaze, “Okay. I’ll consider you colored mine.”

The next morning, over strawberry and nutella crepes and belgian waffles to share, Tom spent the entire breakfast ranting about how enlightened he was now that he fully realized the genius of Stephen King, and how grateful he was for their chance encounter at Color Me Mine.


Dear America,

Amidst the confusion, and despair, and disbelief, it was suggested to me by a very close friend of mine (I won’t say her name, to protect her identity) (Ann. It was Ann) that perhaps a few people would enjoy hearing my thoughts on this election. So I sat down at my computer, cleared my head, and opened a document. Then I started crying. So I had some hot chocolate, and my close friend (Ann) rubbed my back for a while, and I got myself together, and sat down. And started crying. Then more Ann comforting me, and more hot chocolate, and back and forth like that for about six hours or so, the chain of hot-chocolate-and-back-rubs only interrupted briefly when I had to run to the store for more hot chocolate packets (“Just give me all of them, all the boxes,” I remember saying, through tears, to a very scared stockroom boy) and now I am ready to go.When I was in fourth grade, my teacher Mrs. Kolphner taught us a social studies lesson. The seventeen students in our class were introduced to two fictional candidates: a smart if slightly bookish-looking cartoon tortoise named Greenie, and a cool-looking jaguar named Speedy. Rick Dissellio read a speech from Speedy, in which he promised that if elected he would end school early, have extra recess, and provide endless lunches of chocolate pizzandy. (A local Pawnee delicacy at the time — deep fried pizza where the crust was candy bars.) Then I read a speech from Greenie, who promised to go slow and steady, think about the problems of our school, and try her best to solve them in a way that would benefit the most people. Then Mrs. Kolphner had us vote on who should be Class President.I think you know where this is going.Except you don’t, because before we voted, Greg Laresque asked if he could nominate a third candidate, and Mrs. Kolphner said “Sure! The essence of democracy is that everyone—” and Greg cut her off and said “I nominate a T. rex named Dr. Farts who wears sunglasses and plays the saxophone, and his plan is to fart as much as possible and eat all the teachers,” and everyone laughed, and before Mrs. Kolphner could blink, Dr. Farts the T. rex had been elected President of Pawnee Elementary School in a 1984 Reagan-esque landslide, with my one vote for Greenie the Tortoise playing the role of “Minnesota.”After class I was inconsolable. Once all the other kids left, Mrs. Kolphner came over and put her arm around me. She told me I had done a great job advocating for Greenie the Tortoise. Through tears I remember saying, “How good, exactly?” and she said “Very very good,” and I said, “Good enough to—?” and she sighed and went to her desk to get one of the silver stars she gave out to kids who did a good job on something, and as I tearfully added it to my Silver Star Diary she asked me what upset me the most.“Greenie was the better candidate,” I said. “Greenie should have won.”She nodded.“I suppose that was the point of the lesson,” I said.“Oh no,” she said. “The point of the lesson is: people are unpredictable, and democracy is insane.”Winston Churchill once said, “Democracy is the worst form of government, except all those other forms that have been tried.” That is perhaps a pithier and better way to get my point across, than that long anecdote about Mrs. Kolphner. Should I just erase all of that and start with this? Whatever. I’m pot-committed now, and is there extra caffeine in that hot chocolate? Because my head feels like a spaceship. The point is: people making their own decisions is, on balance, better than an autocrat making decisions for them. It’s just that sometimes those decisions are bad, or self-defeating, or maddening, and a day where you get dressed up in your best victory pantsuit and spend an ungodly amount of money decorating your house with American flags and custom-made cardboard-cutouts of suffragettes in anticipation of a glass-ceiling-shattering historical milestone ends with you getting (metaphorically) eaten by a giant farting T. rex. Like most people, I deal with tragedy by processing the five stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. My denial over the election results was intense. My anger was (in Ron’s words) “significant.” My bargaining was short, but creative — I offered my soul and the souls of all of my friends in exchange for 60,000 more votes in Milwaukee, to any demon who cared to accept. (Tom told me it was a terrible deal, but I didn’t care, in that moment.) My depression I have already mentioned. Which brings us to Acceptance.  And here’s what I stand on that:No. I do not accept it.I acknowledge that Donald Trump is the President. I understand, intellectually, that he won the election. But I do not accept that our country has descended into the hatred-swirled slop pile that he lives in. I reject out of hand the notion that we have thrown up our hands and succumbed to racism, xenophobia, misogyny, and crypto-fascism. I do not accept that. I reject that. I fight that. Today, and tomorrow, and every day until the next election, I reject and fight that story. I work hard and I form ideas and I meet and talk to other people who feel like me, and we sit down and drink hot chocolate (I have plenty) and we plan. We plan like mofos. We figure out how to fight back, and do good in this infuriating world that constantly wants to bend toward the bad. And we will be kind to each other, and supportive of each other’s ideas, and we will do literally anything but accept this as our fate.And let me say something to the young girls who are reading this. Hi, girls. On behalf of the grown-ups of America who care about you and your futures, I am awfully sorry about how miserably we screwed this up. We elected a giant farting T. rex who does not like you, or care about you, or think about you, unless he is scanning your bodies with his creepy T. rex eyes, or trying to physically grab you like a toy his daddy got him (or would have, if his daddy had loved him). (Sorry, that was a low blow.) (Actually, not sorry, I’m pissed, and I’m on a roll, so zip it, super-ego!) Our President-Elect is everything you should abhor, and fear, in a male role model. He has spent his life telling you, and girls and women like you, that your lives are valueless except as sexual objects. He has demeaned you, and belittled you, and put you in a little box to be looked at and not heard. It is your job, and the job of girls and women like you, to bust out.You are going to run this country, and this world, very soon. So you will not listen to this man, or the 75-year-old, doughy-faced, gray-haired nightmare men like him, when they try to tell you where to stand or how to behave or what you can and cannot do with your own bodies, or what you should or should not think with your own minds. You will not be cowed or discouraged by his stream of retrogressive babble. You won’t have time to be cowed, because you will be too busy working and learning and communing with other girls and women like you, and when the time comes you will effortlessly flick away his miserable, petty misogynistic worldview like a fly on your picnic potato salad.He is the present, sadly, but he is not the future. You are the future. Your strength is a million times his. Your power is a billion times his. We will acknowledge this result, but we will not accept it. We will overcome it, and we will defeat it.Now find your team, and get to work.

Love,Leslie

‘Parks and Recreation’: Leslie Knope Writes Letter to America Following Donald Trump’s Victory

anonymous asked:

Hey, I was wondering if you can find me some arranged marriage/wolfed out mating fics? Thank you

I couldn’t find all of these together. So here’s our arranged marriage tag and a list of wolfed out sex fics! (all explicit) - Anastasia

Originally posted by rpvisualosities

the many stars that guide us by Hymn

(1/1 I 3,597 I Sterek)

Derek growls: “Now how about you show me what you have planned. You might want to make it quick, I don’t have very much patience right now. So tell me, little human. How do you intend to handle this?“ and drags a palm in a lewd, ragged line down his torso.

A Road That’s Built To Last by twisting_vine_x

(7/7 I 23,334 I Sterek)

Stiles is driving the Trans-Canada highway, all the way from Toronto to Vancouver. He’s always been told that it’s a bad idea to pick up hitchhikers, but, somehow, he’s still got someone riding shotgun with him, and he’s starting to think it might be one of the best decisions he’s made in a long time.

Ultimatum by trilliath

(6/6 I 33,906 I Sterek)

It turns out that Stiles, knowing about the wolves but not actually being related to them or part of some other group like the hunters or Deaton and his advisors, etc. is actually seriously breaking the rules.
Not that it’s usually a problem. Until he runs aground of a strange pack that doesn’t like the way the Hales have been playing fast-and-loose with Were law.
They issue an Ultimatum, one that will change Stiles’s life forever.

It turns out that Stiles, knowing about the wolves but not actually being related to them or part of some other group like the hunters or Deaton and his advisors, etc. is actually seriously breaking the rules.
Not that it’s usually a problem. Until he runs aground of a strange pack that doesn’t like the way the Hales have been playing fast-and-loose with Were law.
They issue an Ultimatum, one that will change Stiles’s life forever.

À la Carte by MereLoup

(8/8 I 55,052 I Sterek)

Lydia turned to Derek, smiling brightly.

“Welcome back, Mr. Hale. I didn’t think we’d see you back so soon. Have you reconsidered a membership?” she asked teasingly, if not a little smugly.

“Still considering,” Derek chuckled softly.

“Mr. Hale here has an invitation,” Malia said, eyes locked on the other patrons in the room.

“How lucky for Mr. Hale,” Lydia responded. “I’ll go ahead and seat you, Mr. Hale.” she said, reaching toward the stack of menus.

“He’s not in the dining room,” Malia called over her shoulder, “He’s in the Velvet Lounge tonight.”

“The Velvet Lounge?” Lydia quirked an eyebrow, her eyes full of mischief. “Lucky, Mr. Hale, indeed,” she grinned lasciviously.

With a Silver Practise by Partly Good (MeraNaamJoker)

(18/18 I 69,651 I Derek/Lydia)

Lydia’s attempt to find Jackson at the Winter Formal goes a little differently, and her eyes are opened to the realities of Beacon Hills a lot sooner. Her best bet might be to enlist Derek Hale’s help against his creepy uncle, but she has to rescue him first, and once she does, Derek’s got his own ideas. Too bad for him, since Lydia Martin isn’t the type to let a recalcitrant werewolf call the shots. 

World at War by BlueRunawayMoon

(13/? I 85,165 I Sterek I MCD)

Following Stiles’ death, the Pack are left to mourn. Derek becomes a shell of who he once was, hardly ever coming out of his wolf form. Scott begins to second guess his role as Alpha, and John takes up drinking again, finding solace at the bottom of a bottle. It’s not until Lydia tell’s Derek that she can bring Stiles back that the wolf begin’s to have hope for something better again. But when Stiles comes back, it’s clear that he’s now more.

New powers emerge, powers that radiate’s from Stiles - making him a powerful beacon to all things supernatural. Beacon Hills quickly becomes a war zone to those that would use Stiles power for their own, and it’s up to the

Pack to keep him safe, while discovering new allies just around the corner.

Burn Me Till There’s Nothing Left by halcyon1993

(25/25 I 185,114 I Sterek I MCD)

Two months after the Nogitsune’s defeat, Stiles is having trouble coming to terms with what he did while under its influence. When Derek’s birthday rolls around, the pack plan a surprise party for their alpha, also hoping that the celebration will help raise Stiles’ spirits. During the festivities, secret looks of longing shared between the two catch Erica’s attention, and she bands together with Allison and Lydia and plots to get them to admit their feelings for each other. The plans quickly go awry, however, when a new antagonist appears in Beacon Hills with connections to Derek’s past and Stiles finds that the Nogitsune left him with more than just guilt.

Animal Instincts by BlueRunawayMoon

(55/55 I 260,801 I Sterek)

Things are not going well for Stiles. Not only is he drifting from the pack, but he cant sleep and hardly eats, and its never been more clear to him that being a human leaves him at a major disadvantage. As if things weren’t bad enough, he and Malia are on the rocks, and then there is the fact that Derek wants to kill him, of course. Derek, who he dreams about every night. Derek, who is losing control of his inner wolf, when said wolf seems to want Stiles dead.

But because Stiles is the universe’s bitch, a new, terrifying and seemingly unbeatable monster arrives in Beacon Hills, and the pack have no idea how to stop it. When people start going crazy and attacking others, the Pack learn the creature is involved somehow. Now, with Stiles life in jeopardy, they must find a way to cure him before its too late.