how could you hate this guy

  • Brad: Poke, I understand what you’re going through. I know what it’s like to see the ugly face of discrimination.
  • Poke: You do?
  • Brad: Yes, I do. When I was 16, I was 5 foot 9 and stunning. I mean, off-the-charts gorgeous. At school, I was like a swan among ugly ducklings. All the other guys hated me and, like our scum-infested excuse of a government is doing to you and your people’s rights, completely ignored me. If it wasn’t for the modeling contracts and the comfort of college girls, I don’t know if I would have made it.
  • Ray: Wow, I had no idea.
  • Brad: No, how could you? You’re still not 5 foot 9.

anonymous asked:

Could you talk about the issues of Supergirl being with that one guy, mon el? I have only seen very few episodes of s1 and would like to know what to expect before i decide if I will watch the rest. Thanks so much in advance! ;)

ooooh yes I could talk about this all day tbh!

So first of all, and I don’t see this talked about a lot anymore unfortunately, but I just really hate how he replaced James as Kara’s love interest out of nowhere (which was plain racist tbh). She was in a relationship with this really great guy who was supportive of her and who actually listened to her and respected her and there were just good together. But then the writers just decided “ah no you know what?? we’re gonna get rid of James and make Kara break up with him for literally no reason and make her be with a white guy instead” even tho Mon-El as a character just doesn’t even begin to compare to James Olsen and doesn’t deserve Kara like he did. Honestly the entire situation is just completely absurd and I hate that it contributed to James getting sidelined on a show where he used to be one of the main characters.

And even if we ignore all that (which we shouldn’t of course) Kara x Mon-El is still the worst couple on TV at the moment because basically Mon-El is just a whiny fuckboy who used to be the Prince of Daxam which was a sexist planet with some kind of medieval ways of life where he actually owned slaves and had even less respect for women than he does now. Even his first appearance was very violent tbh and his and Kara’s relationship started with him disrespecting and insulting her and yet they somehow still ended up together.

What happened was that he’d only just came to Earth and didn’t really have anyone so Kara kind of took him in and helped him. Which would be fine if it’d just involved helping him adjust to life on Earth as an alien but then she also had to deal with him constantly being disrespectful towards her and lots of other people and she had to explain to him every time why what he was doing was wrong. So you know, you have that whole “woman fixes man” trope which is frankly getting kind of annoying and out of hand. But that’s not all, because despite having Kara trying to make him see why it’s not okay to keep acting the way he was on Daxam he’s still not really making any progress??

This is a guy who clearly can’t handle the fact that the woman he’s in a relationship with is capable of so much more than he is. It’s like a supernatural version of a couple where the man doesn’t feel masculine enough because his wife makes more money than him. First of all, Kara is an actual superhero, she can do anything and she can handle things so much better than this little boy who just came to Earth and is still learning how to use his powers. But he still keeps meddling and doesn’t respect it when Kara tells him she can take care of a situation. Once after he did it and got in the way of Kara doing her job and ruined everything he said that he was “defending Kara’s honor” lmao. They had an argument and Kara told him she didn’t need his help and just wanted him to respect her and he still didn’t seem to understand. And after Winn told him the same thing and said that Kara can take care of herself because she’s capable of anything, he was just like “Oh but then what is left for me??”. like????????? I don’t know just being a decent person would be a good start???

Also omg his sexism!!! He literally says things like “it was easier on Daxam where I could just objectify women and get away with anything” wtf. He isn’t unlearning all his prejudice he learned on Daxam, he’s just looking for evidence of same prejudice on Earth to justify his gross rhetoric. After he and Kara had an argument over him lying to her for months and months about who he was he still didn’t want to admit why he was wrong and all he said was that he did research on how relationships work on Earth and found out that “by this time the girl usually forgives the guy for whatever stupid thing he’s done”. Tbh he says a lot of gross stuff that makes me wanna put my head through a wall.

And you know I would even be fine with his character if that was just some 15-year-old boy under Kara’s wing, not her boyfriend. He was actually the first one to develop feelings for her and when she figured it out she got freaked out and told him she didn’t want to be with him. But you know of course as time passed the writers made Kara “fall in love” with him too even tho I still can’t comprehend why on earth anyone would be attracted to that whiny ass baby I mean it’s just not realistic?? What makes me even more mad is that they used that sickening “guy chases girl who isn’t interested in him at all until she convinces herself she reciprocates his feelings” trope (I hate that trope). The problem is that not only is that trope sexist and annoying but it also contradicts what they did in season 1 where they actually didn’t make Kara develop romantic feelings for Winn who admitted he was in love with her. It was so nice to see a woman being allowed to not like a man back so it’s just incredibly upsetting to see Kara being forced in a relationship with a guy she originally had no interested in. It’s such a huge step back tbh.

Mon-El as a character is also kind of violent and likes to threaten people. And he doesn’t seem that bothered by that fact that he used to own slaves until Kara points it out. He also escaped Daxam before it got destroyed by letting everyone else around him die and we still didn’t get to see him reflecting on that and feeling some kind of remorse. When he first came to Earth he was just lazing about and continuing to behave the same way he lived on Daxam. He didn’t care about anyone and didn’t want to help people despite having superpowers. He only decided to try to become a superhero because it would let him be with Kara, not so much because of his own calling. Basically anything that can be classified as “character development” for him (lmao) is tied to Kara in a sense that if he does something good it’s just to impress her, apologize to her, etc. As a person he isn’t really changing that much and continues being gross. (with some exceptions I guess, but they are not enough tbh)

I feel like I’m still forgetting something but the problem with Mon-El is that when you watch their storyile there’s nothing that makes you feel like it’s a good relationship or that Kara is actually in love with him. There’s no respect, there’s no romantic chemistry, there’s hardly even friendship, literally nothing about this couple is good. Which becomes even more noticable when you compare their relationship to Kara’s relationships with all of her friends. Literally everyone treats her better than he does?? (Esp Lena Luthor, she should be with her). It just!!! it makes no sense!!!

Ugh, okay this is already waaaay to long but I also want to mention that Kara doesn’t really let him get away with all this stuff. She does call him out all the time and doesn’t put up with his bullshit which is why they argue in literally like every episode. There are things said in the show that point out how wrong this situation is which sometimes makes me think that the writers are doing this on purpose and actually want to show Kara get out of this mess of a relationship but that’s not likely to happen and so far this has been a very bad example for young girls watching this show. Right now it’s showing them that no matter how great and independent you are you’re still not allowed to turn down a man who’s being an ass to you but says he’s in love with you. Kara deserves so much better than this and it’s just not fair to anyone.

Tbh there are people who explained it much better than me with illustrations and quotations and everything but I hope this helped :)

6

My little sister was in tears today because she was wearing her hair naturally to school. She told me that she didn’t want to because people at her school always made fun of her or laughed at her when she did (including her friends and teacher). She said that she hates her hair and that she wishes it wasnt like how it is. I tried telling her that people would kill to have hair like hers. She didn’t believe me and said that no one wants hair like hers and that she hates it. We live in a predominately white neighborhood, so shes used to seeing white girls with flowing hair. She feels as thought their hair is prettier than hers. I know this is a bit stupid and all but, could you guys reblog this and share some positivity so that I can show her that she is loved and that her hair is beautiful and she should never be ashamed?

Hospital Starters
  • [ Requested by Anon about a week ago. Warnings for blood, suicidal thoughts, and medical stuff. Thanks! : ]
  • "Hey, you're awake!"
  • "Where am I?"
  • "You hit your head. There was so much blood that I got scared."
  • "Don't try to get up. You're safe here."
  • "I hate this place..."
  • "How could you do this to yourself?"
  • "The world didn't give me a choice, and now, I'm suffering even more!"
  • "You really came..."
  • "I told you I would be here when you woke up."
  • "How many tests did they do on you?"
  • "If I wasn't drugged up, I could tell you the names of every test they do in this place."
  • "When are they going to let you leave?"
  • "They said that I'll be here for a few days. Maybe a week."
  • "What happened to you? You have so many things sticking out of you."
  • "That's what happens when you're dying."
  • "It's probably time to change those bandages..."
  • "You aren't in pain, are you?"
  • "You were in an accident. You almost didn't make it."
  • "That would explain why I feel terrible."
  • "I thought you were dead..."
  • "I'm not dead, am I?"
  • "I didn't know it was this bad..."
  • "I may not live much longer..."
  • "I'm dying..."
  • "You can't die! There has to be something they can do!"
  • "I'm too far gone for any surgery to fix me."
  • "I want you to know that I'll miss you most."
  • "Don't say that! I don't like it when you talk like this..."
  • "I just want it to happen so I don't have to think about it all the time."
  • "I wanted to say goodbye to you one more time."
  • "If you don't get some sleep, I'm going to hit this button and tell a nurse you're bothering me."
  • "Don't abuse that call button!"
  • "You know that button only works every five seconds, right?"
  • "Maybe if I push it hard enough, more will come out."
  • "I get to come home today."
  • "Did you fill out the release forms yet?"
  • "They hooked me up with a bunch of prescriptions. I'm gonna be high as a kite."
Being Snape’s daughter and dating Fred would include:
  • Fred not trusting you at first
  • Cause you’re a Slytherin.
  • And the teacher that he hates is your dad
  • But he didn’t know at first
  • And when he did he was all surprised
  • “the hot Slytherin is Snape’s daughter?!”
  • But he starts growing into you
  • So he asks you on a date
  • Which would be the cutest date ever
  • With lots of butterbeer and candy
  • And Fred would be very jealous
  • Of everyone
  • Jealous Fred= Kissing you aggressively but yet still sweet and loving
  • Like you could be in the middle of your conversation with the guy
  • “so I told hi-“ BAM
  • Fred wouldn’t stop kissing till the guy left
  • And that’s how your dad found out about your relationship with the Weasley
  • And Snape would hold you back one day after class
  • “A Weasley twin? Are you kidding me” “no dad”
  • He wouldn’t like it
  • And be more stern on Fred
  • But after a while he slowly accepted it
  • Can you imagine Christmas
  • You’d invite Fred to your house
  • And your house also mend Snape
  • So he’d come in
  • Say merry Christmas to you
  • And then he sees Snape sit in the living room in this big arm chair that looks more like some sort of throne
  • And Fred would gulp cause he’s not in Hogwarts
  • So there were no hidden corridors
  • “Come in, Mr. Weasley”
  • You’d give Snape a stern look cause ‘don’t tease my boyfriend’
  • And Fred would say merry Christmas all awkwardly
  • Snape would just look at him
  • Not saying a word
  • Fred would sleep in a different room, next to Snape’s
  • So he could hear if he tried to sneak out.
  • And while you were giving each other your Christmas presents there would be an extra one
  • And Fred would look at you
  • And you at your dad
  • “It’s for Mr. Weasley”
  • “from you?”
  • “I don’t see anyone else”
  • And the two of you would be so surprised cause ‘holy shit Snape got Fred a present’
  • It would be some sort of book about potions
  • But you’re still happy cause your dad actually bought Fred something
  • “Thanks professor” “my name is professor in school” “So he can call you Severus?”
  • Your dad would sigh and nod
  • Cause he knew that Fred would stay forever
  • So the least he could do was let him call him by his first name outside of school.

A/N: I had too much fun writing this ♥

Quick Jughead Imagine

[Just a quick one and again not really formatted in to any particular fic, this is just whilst I take a short break from my heavy work load]

-Jughead hated the way you bit your lip, hated the way your hips would sway as you bounced away from him in the corridor, hated the way you would gently hold onto his arm when you’d all make your way into Pop’s, and most of all hated how it made him feel.

-You had always been a flirt, that was your ‘thing’. You were the flirt, the tease, it wasn’t a bad label by any means.

-It didn’t matter whether they were guy or girl, Reggie or Cheryl, Archie or Betty, you were guaranteed to flirt with them.

-It drove Jughead crazy.

-He knew it was irrational to think that the way you acted with him was in any way different to how you treated anybody else, but he could have sworn your eyes lingered on him just that little bit more.

-He was right of course, you used your label to hide your true feelings about the dark and brooding boy.


-You had all gone to Ronnie’s one night, she was holding a great big rager whilst her mom was out of town, you weren’t afraid to let yourself get a little loose.

-One JD and Coke and had turned into two, and then three and then before you knew it you were the life and soul of Veronica Lodge’s house party.

-Nobody could deny you when you waltzed over and demanded they get up and dance with a charming smile.

-Not too soon later a mass of sweaty teenagers were jumping on the balls on their feet, their solo cups spilling out the contents of their drinks onto the hardwood floor, laughing, singing and dancing.

-Except for him.

-He stood by the edge of the doorway, his cup filled with unspiked Coca-Cola, he looked amused and watched as you sang dramatically along to the catchy pop music.

-Well nah-uh, he wasn’t getting away with it.

-Your eyes zoned in on him, you drew your finger out and beckoned him over, he only laughed and shook his head, your curled your finger with more demand, nobody said no to you tonight.

-He stood still and smiled, you pushed your way through the chaotic crowd.

-’C’mon Jones, you can’t leave me hanging.’

-’I don’t dance.’

-’It’s easy, come on I’ll show you.’ You grabbed at his hips and swayed them from side to side. He laughed harder.

-’I didn’t say I couldn’t dance, I just said that I don’t.’

-’Not even for me.’ You drew your mouth up to his ear in a whisper, barely audible over the thumping bass. You swayed his hips again from side to side and began to bounce a little on the balls of your feet.

-You pulled away from him with a devilish grin and began to dance erratically, you beckoned your arms out for him to join you.

-’C’mon Jones!’

Originally posted by dylanobrienbaby

anonymous asked:

Don't get me wrong, I like you, but the fact that you say you're not worthy, don't know how to draw and that you don't deserve all of the love we give to you is upsetting because that's definitely not true. I wish you could stop that negative behavior you have and start being more grateful of your skills and the support we all give to you. Again, nothing against you, but people acting like that is one of my pet peeves

Don’t get me wrong, anon!! It’s not hate I’m giving to myself! In fact, I kinda like myself quite a bit and I don’t mind what other people might say about me.

I’m just being realistic.

True, I definitely know how to draw and I reach average levels. My comic is interesting, kinda, and I like it more than you guys do [or I would’ve stopped drawing it lol I do this because I love it].

But there are other artists who draw way better than I do, and I’m just saying they need more recognition than I do. My stuff is good, but not good enough for the level I want. Of course, regarding the dub, I just want other series to be in the spotlight [mainly cuz I’m a trashy fangirl, I swoon over lots of things, help me], but also because they’re more original than this comic of mine [ripoff of an AU that’s not even originally mine, anyone?], so it’s only fair that others get more attention first uvu


Did that make any sense? No real self-hate here. My garbage is good garbage ;D

About Mark and High School Rapper

Guys, before the High School Rapper officially on air, I have something to share with you. That all the contestants are minors. They may diss Mark or even worse, but we shouldn’t attack on them tbh. They’re still kids, still learning and growing, just like Mark, and sometimes they make mistakes, and they’re surely childish. Don’t make big fuss about it. We should protect Mark by telling him how good he was doing on the show, cheering him, and giving the haters (maybe possible) constructive opinions, we shouldn’t give the contestants the nonsense hate. Best, we could try our best to ignore them all and fully focus on our Mark. Because the moment we make big fuss about thing, some may use it to attack Mark more, that the scenario we’re always afraid,right? So Mark stans, because he’s our pride, let’s be his pride too! Fighting Mark (and us).

(And obviously if kids use the thing that he’s an idol from big company to diss him, it’s just too childish and it isn’t worth our attention. Because so what is the point then? Since an idol like Mark, who is debuted 3 freaking times + has 4 promotions in a span less than a year + does his promote activities while preparing another comeback and attending this show, is freaking awesome. Not everyone can do this, that’s a real talent, hard-working is a real talent. I, a fully adult, can’t even do that. So proud of him)

Red-handed

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester (mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: This is pure smut guys!!! Excessive masturbation (I blame Dean!), voyeurism, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up guys!), semi explicit gif under the cut   

Wordcount: 2800ish

A/N: I blame Steph aka @torn-and-frayed and Scar aka @salvachester for this!!! It is inspired by Shaggy’s it wasn’t me but I went with masturbation instead of cheating!

And once again thank you to my amazing beta Erin @blacktithe7 - go read her stuff she iw awesome!!

GIFS ARE NOT MINE

Seriously how long could it take to shower! You hated sharing motel rooms with the Winchesters when you were on hunts, which they didn’t seem to get.

“We are under one roof in the bunker. So why not here?”

Which was true in a way. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy their company, and it made working on the case easier if you were in one room. They were always respectful of your privacy, and the brothers took turns sleeping on the couch. That way you always had a bed, but the close quarters were driving you nuts.

The boys bickered over everything which wasn’t new, but you hardly had any place to escape too. At least in the bunker you had your room. Sam left his clothes everywhere. Dean snorted when he laughed. Sam tossed and turned in his sleep, and Dean sometimes talked in his. After almost 3 weeks in the same room with them, you were going insane.

Keep reading

So this blog that was once a radfem and no longer is one has been growing a lot and honestly? I’m so proud of them for changing their views and realizing how toxic they were. But unfortunately, the radfems are sending them some really, really awful anon hate and calling them a traitor because they no longer want to be part of their transphobic community. They’re also a minor so the fact that radfems are swamping with them anon hate is really disgusting.

If you guys could send @velvet-rosey some kind and encouraging words it would be very appreciated!

Flower Boy

Summary: Phil’s a little shy with his newfound friend during a school field trip.

Genre: High School AU, flower boy!pastel!Phil, punk!Dan

Warnings: none

A/N: So I wrote this instead of doing my astronomy homework. It’s short and sweet, not much editing, but I love it. I’m a huge sucker for pastel!phil and punk!dan, though. This is dedicated to the anon that said they’d love to read this and @dooloonoo since this is her favorite trope. Hope you guys enjoy! Also, a new chapter of Sugar on Top will be out soon. I promise.

Maybe I’ll make a Part Two of this someday.


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STOP AND LOOK AT YOURSELF

I’m so disappointed. Sherlock fandom LOOK AT YOURSELF. This is childish and ridiculous, and I am disgusted with many of you guys. I thought this is the greatest fandom, full of the greatest people. I thought this was the fandom where we all supported eachother and the creators of the show no matter what. After all WE ALL KNOW how much work they have done for us. I came to tumblr to find someone who could talk with me about the final episode like a grown up and what do I find? I find so so many fans behaving like five year olds. You have sunken so deep, I can hardly believe it.

I find you sending hate to those who have given you all they have and more, but still you are saying it isn’t enough. I never knew that this fandom I once loved is full of greedy, selfish people. Have you ever actually thought that those people out there used their MONEY and TIME and all their CREATIVITY to give you something special. But you… you keep complaining about how your little ‘puppets’ didn’t dance in the way you wanted them to. AND THIS IS COMING FROM A JOHNLOCK SHIPPER.

I am a bisexual johnlock shipper, yes it would have been lovely to see some lqbt. But there’s something you don’t understand. SHERLOCK WASN’T YOUR FANFICTION. I can’t believe you actually thought that all those little ships would become canon. Like you actually thought it would happen??? The most brilliant fandom is ironically so blind to see the reality, to see how this goes. Let me tell you something, ships are fantasy. They are little fantasies your silly little minds created and that was totally fine until those same silly little minds forgot the reality. You got mad because the actual creators of the show, people who are why this show exists, didn’t follow those little fantasies.

Pathetic. Ungrateful. Disgusting.

Yes. Season 4 was different. Different writing, different settings… If you think it wasn’t your style anymore and you didn’t like it, fine. That’s fine and I totally understand.
But don’t you dare to call yourself a fan if you are hating on people who made this show possible. If you are, let me ask you something.. Who do you think you are?

I am sad. I am sad because I know this is the end of this series and fandom. I know you are sad too. But do you think that all the hate will give you what you want? Would you give special gift to an ungrateful?
Me neither.

We should be supporting each other, we are broken. Don’t blame the series. Blame those who write with bitter words of hatred and spread the unwanted negativity.

I am 100% sure there are other people who share these emotions, I am with you and I know how you feel. There are people who aren’t spreading hate, I am proud of you.

Take a look at yourself and think.

When you focus on bad things, you never quite see the good ones.
We got Parent!lock, we got super extra umbrellaswordgunthingy, we got Moriarty…. We got these and so much more!
We got Sherlock and John back in 221b solving crimes, like we always wanted. And we got hope. It is possible we will see them again. How isn’t that enough?

No Pressure

#83: “I can’t swim!”

Lin Manuel-Miranda x Reader

Modern AU

Warnings: drowning, cussing

Authors note: Based off of real life experiences !! I never learned how to swim lmao and yeah here’s basically what happened except no hot guy showed up to save me

You always hated summer.
Yeah, sure, it was finally nice enough outside in New York where you didn’t have to wear a heavy winter coat and get bundled up, but trading your winter coat for a swimsuit was a choice you rarely would ever take.
~
You weren’t a social person, at least not a horribly outgoing one. But you had *friends.* So when you were invited to a summer party, how could you say no? Your friends had taken you shopping for a new bikini, and per usual, you went right along with whatever they picked out, even if inside you thought it was too skimpy and showed too much cleavage and was way to complicated to put on. Had it been your choice, you’d be wearing a t-shirt and shorts, sitting on a chair, reading a book. You would have even been fine with tanning, or rather horribly burning your skin.
To your dismay, when you arrived at the pool, all of your friends wanted to get in the water.
“Come on, Y/N!”
You struggled to come up with an excuse.
“Sorry, I don’t want to get my hair all wet. Just washed it. Got a date tonight.”
You lied, biting the inside of your cheek, begging for them to believe you.
Eventually, they nodded.
“Fine. But you got to get in the shallow side with us at least.”
You sighed with relief and allowed yourself to be dragged to the 4 ft area.
You smiled to yourself. If you could just keep them over here, then everything will turn out fi-
“I’m bored. Deep side! Sorry, Y/N.”
You had to swallow a protest.
They grabbed your hands and led you to the deep end of the pool. You wrenched yourself away from them and quickly hopped out of the pool.
“I can’t get my hair wet, guys! I’ll sit with my feet in!”
They began to argue, saying that they wanted a jumping into the pool picture.
“Then I’ll take the picture. Come on, I don’t want to get in.”
They pouted.
“We want you in the picture. Come on, just get in the shot!”
Grudgingly, you agreed.
Your friends ran off to harass some poor stranger into taking a picture for them, and you sat down on a chair, trying to figure out how to escape your situation without making it obvious that you could not swim.
~
Yes, you couldn’t swim. You had never been taught, and had always just stayed in the 4-5 ft pool. It hadn’t affected anything when you were little, but then in middle school everyone wanted to go deeper. It didn’t matter anyway. You weren’t ever invited to stuff anymore, why should you bother to learn to swim?
You were shaken out of your thoughts as your friends came back, with a quite handsome stranger behind them. He had dark black hair, tied back in a ponytail. He was tan, and was absolutely gorgeous. You were smitten the instant you saw him.
“Y/N! Come on! Picture!”
You sighed and got up and made your way to the edge of the pool. It was 16 ft deep, and the dark blue water looked unforgiving and cold.
“1…2…3!”
Your friends grabbed hands and made the leap. You just had time to whisk your hand away before your friends had jumped in the pool, and were submerged under.
You breathed a sigh of relief.
The man handed back the phone to your friends, and they crowded around to get a glance at how they looked.
You turned to the man.
“Thanks. Sorry they disturbed you.”
He smiled.
“No problemo. See you around.”
He waved and walked away.
“Y/N!”
You turned back to your friends.
“What?”
“You didn’t jump!”
You sighed.
“I told you. I can’t get my hair wet.”
Your friends rolled their eyes.
“SUCH a baby. C'mon guys.”
They walked away, leaving you standing there. You fought away tears as you reclined on the lawn chair and closed your eyes. Maybe if you napped they would stop bothering you…
~
A few minutes later, you heard a lot of snickering around you. You didn’t open your eyes, praying that your friends would eventually see that you were asleep and not bother you.
“Shh, put it there.”
There were lots of giggles, and you were getting curiously scared.
“Ready? 1,2,3!”
You felt the top of your bikini being lifted slightly, and something being put in.
You opened your eyes and shot up quickly. You began screaming as you looked what was in your bikini top.
A dead cicada.
There was a dead cicada touching your bare skin.
You lifted the bottom of the top off, and dropped the cicada out.
You screamed as you hurled the dead bug as far away as you could, and turned to your hysterical friends.
They were crying with laughter, and they sat wheezing on your chair. You glared at all of them.
“Fuck all of you.”
You got up and went to sit at the edge of the 5 ft pool. You were fuming.
Eventually, they came to sit next to you.
“Y/N, that was so funny! Your face-”
You got up and moved to a different edge, unaware that you were headed for the 16 ft pool area.
You sat down, and dangled your feet in the water, barely acknowledging that this water was noticeably colder.
“Aw, Y/N. Don’t be like this.”
You ignored them.
“Y/N, stop being such a sour pus!”
When you didn’t respond, they got a bit angrier.
“Y/N, you’re such a baby!”
Then, you were submerged in the deep cold water. You vaguely heard laughter above your head, but you could barely comprehend what was happening.
You panicked.
You began to kick your legs, and flail your arms. You continued to sink downwards.
Apparently, panicking only made things worse for you. You opened your eyes, then immediately shut them from the sting. You couldn’t breathe. You tried to kick up, but that just released the little breath you still had and reduced you to coughing.
Icy water clawed its way into your lungs, and you began screaming. You couldn’t breathe at all, and now your eyes were open and searching for any way to escape.
You found none, and by now you had sunk to the bottom. You attempted to kick upwards, but your attempts were futile as you had no energy left.
You began to black out from lack of oxygen, and slowly felt yourself beginning to float upwards.
Then, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and bring you towards the surface. You couldn’t comprehend what was happening, but then you broke the surface of the water, and took a gulp of air. You began to hyperventilate as you coughed up water and choked on the air in your lungs, mingled with the water.
Your mind was every where, so you didn’t remember the stranger, (who you now knew was a man) lifting you out of the water and into a chair.
You were shivering as he wrapped you in a towel and began to calm you down.
“Are you okay? Do you need an ambulance?”
He asked in a calm voice.
You shook your head, and opened your eyes slightly.
It was the man who had taken your picture earlier.
He was quite handsome, as you’d said before, and you were attempting to display your thanks, but all you got out was a cough.
“Th-than-thanks. F-for th-that.”
He nodded.
“Don’t mention it. Are you okay? Oh!”
He got a mildly panicked look on his face.
“Please don’t cry!”
You hadn’t even realized you were crying until he’d mentioned it.
He took the edge of your towel and used it to wipe away your tears.
“Do you wanna leave? I mean, I can take you to my place so you can dry off.”
You attempted to smile, and nodded.
“Yes, pl-please.”
He carefully helped you up, and you slightly shook as you gathered your things in your bag.
He helped you to his car, and promised that he’d come back for your car.
He opened the door for you, and climbed in on the other side.
“Before we go, I always make sure the girl I’m taking to my house knows my name. Not that you’re a regular girl. You’re beautiful. Er, sorry what I meant was, these different circumstances-”
You cut him off.
“I’m F/N L/N.”
He smiled.
“Beautiful name. I’m Lin. Lin Manuel-Miranda.”
Lin stared the car, and drove began to drive you to nicer apartments in New York.
He parked the car in a spot behind the building, and escorted you through the doors.
“Let’s take the elevator, yeah?”
He handed you your bag, and grabbed his out of the backseat.
On second thought, he stopped you and took your bag along with his, so that you could hold your towel around you.
“Thanks. I really appreciate this. You don’t have to do this-”
He silenced you.
“No, I do have to do this. Your son of a bi-”
He cleared his throat.
“Your friends pushed you into a pool after they were being horribly rude to you, and you almost died after they cried wolf, instead of trying to help you. So yeah, I kinda do have to do this.”
He pressed the button for the 5th floor, and you began your ascend.
Lin led you to a door marked 51, and he ushered you inside.
“Here. Set down your bag and shoes. I’ll start the shower and grab you some warm clothes. I’ll be right back.”
He ran around the corner, leaving you to neatly place your shoes and bag on the floor near the coat rack.
He returned moments later, with a fresh towel, a shirt, sweatpants, and fuzzy slippers.
“Here. Take a warm shower. I’ll be out here if you need anything.”
“Thank-”
He dashed away, and you made your way to the already steaming shower.
You peeled off your wet swimsuit, and stepped in the hot shower.
Fifteen minutes later, you emerged to find Lin sitting on the couch, with a steaming mug on the table.
“Hey. Come and sit.”
You sat down tentatively, and accepted the mug of hot cocoa that Lin offered you. He tossed you a warm blanket, and flipped on the TV.
After a few minutes of silence.
“Hey Lin?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you. For saving me. It was stupid. Why did I go to the pool if I can’t even swim? It was a stupid decision, and I just-”
He interrupted you.
“Yeah, on your ‘friends’ behalf. They pushed you into a goddamn pool! I knew that as soon as I saw you not jump in that picture that you didn’t know how to swim. You looked scared. I felt bad. So I waited, and made sure that they didn’t try anything on you. I saw them put that dead cicada down your shirt, and then toss you into the pool. I saw the fear in you eyes as soon as you started falling. So I immediately jumped in and got you out. So I didn’t 'save’ you. No. I just did the thing that those girls SHOULD have done.”
You were silent for a moment. How many times had these girls forced you into something that was against what you YOURSELF wanted? Like making you get that bikini? Or going home with that one guy from the bar?
“Yeah. Yeah. They aren’t good to me. They really aren’t good friends at all. They force me into all kinds of things that I don’t want to do! They expect me to be constantly feeling no pressure when they want me to do stuff for THEM.”
Lin nodded.
“They’re that type, huh?”
“No pressure this, no pressure that. No pressure, but you have to look good for once. No pressure, but don’t fuck up my makeup or I’m telling everyone about your secret. No fucking pressure.”
Lin grabbed your hand.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. That you’re in that situation. You’re honestly beautiful. Intelligent. And I’ve only known you for a little while, but still, you’re a great gal. Honestly.”
You swallowed.
“Hey Lin?”
Lin glanced up.
“Yeah?”
“No pressure, but you should kiss me.”

Prologue: Too Right To Be Wrong

A/N: I had this scenario tucked away to write eventually but I thought wow… this could really go well with Too Right..I know we’re already a few chapters in but I still thought this would be fun… Ahh. Let me know what you guys think :)

Series Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst


Sometimes he really hated how thin the walls were. The things he would hear late at night would make all his repressed, filthy thoughts about you come out to play.

It was agonizing to see you every day, looking the way you did, knowing he couldn’t touch you. You didn’t belong to him.

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I’m disappointed in the number of people who think it’s okay to bully people over how they voted.

Especially with people who voted third party, since they could easily turn the argument back on you and point out that the 2 party fuckfest we get stuck with every election cycle is partially the responsibility of people perpetuating that mentality through bullying exactly like this.

The only vote you control is your own. You can disagree with other people’s choices, but you don’t get to tell them to fuck themselves because they stuck to their beliefs and voted accordingly.

addwomentothesequel  asked:

@ the guy who told me that I should smile and then refused to order until I smiled "genuinely" because I look pretty when I smile, fuck off please I've been working for 6 hours and I hate my job. Also, please stop joking about how you would "have your way with me" if you were fourth years younger. I could be your great granddaughter. Please. I'm a high school student. Why do customers do this

Seriously the level of stupidity I see on the Anti-Killing Stalking blog gives me a headache. We get it, you hate it, you hate everything about this comic but your not doing yourself the favor of just ignoring it like most people do! I hate Fifty Shades of Grey but you don’t see me posting every damn post about how much I hate it or LITERALLY DEDICATING AN ENTIRE BLOG about how MUCH YOU DESPISE Killing Stalking. A lot of us fans who like KS understand why you wouldn’t like it, Its understandable, this shit isn’t for everyone and again WE UNDERSTAND, hell most of us could care less whether you like it or not, but dedicating a post about how much you hate it without really knowing the source material or saying how “horrible and evil” or whatever stupid shit you guys tell us the fans even though YOU DON’T KNOW US PERSONALLY doesn’t make you a better person. Honestly when did it become a crime to enjoy something? I don’t see people complain about another person liking Saw, Misery or fucking Tokyo Ghoul or Parasyte yet KS is the one where everyone automatically has to hate on because of the material inside it which again, I UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE WOULDN’T LIKE KILLING STALKING but telling people their homephobes or telling people to kill themselves because they enjoy something makes you no better.

A Basket of Bread

Originally posted by entertainmentweekly

Requested: A few anons asked for something from Hamilton, but not specifically

Pairings: Alexander Hamilton x Baker!Reader

Time Period: Hamiltime

Warnings: None, just fluff and a food mention

Word Count: 1,643

A/N: I could not have predicted that I would be writing fanfiction about the founding father’s of America, but here we are. Anyways, I hope that you enjoy this one. The idea came after @offiicialhamilton shipped me with A. Ham and we were talking about how someone needed to feed the poor guy. Hope that you guys like this one, and please send me some Hamilton requests!!!

Even if your mother hated it, working in your family’s bakery was your favorite part of any day. The second that you slipped the apron over your head, all of your family’s expectations disappeared, and all that matter was getting the customers whatever they asked for with a smile on your face, even if they weren’t the kindest soul that you had ever met.

There were countless people bustling in and out of the shop on any given day, but there was one stranger that you couldn’t stop thinking about, and he had never even set foot in your uncle’s shop. He was a bit shorter than the other men that you often saw him wandering through the square with.

You had noticed him while you were arranging the window display for your uncle. You saw him, along with the other three men distributing some sort of flyer. From what you had seen of him, he was a part of the revolution along with the other three men. You quickly looked away from him when you saw him beginning to move towards the section of shops where the bakery was located.

Figuring that you had waited long enough, you risked a glance back to where the man had been standing before, only to be met with a confident grin from the other side of the window. It was the same man that you had been admiring for weeks now. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Surely, the man had seen you staring at him. You couldn’t believe how improperly you had allowed yourself to behave, but the man on the other side of the glass did not seem to mind. He offered you a wink, before turning and resuming his task.

For the rest of the day, you were inexcusably distracted. You couldn’t get the image of the man’s bright eyes and knowing smile out of your head for the rest of the day. Even during the mid-afternoon rush, in between retrieving loafs of bread and small pastries for the customers, your thoughts remained with the man.

“What has gotten into you?” your aunt asked while you were cleaning off the counter while your uncle bustled around, closing up shop.

The image of the smiling man quickly dissipated as you tried to focus enough to try and answer your aunt’s question with some semblance of normalcy. “I’m, not sure what you mean.” You said quietly, suddenly very interesting in a spot on the counter that was in dire need of scrubbing.

“I have never seen someone drop so many rolls in all my life. I know that you can be a bit clumsy dear, but you were certainly distracted today.”

You felt a familiar blush rise up your cheeks. You had known that you weren’t being entirely discreet, but you also didn’t think that anyone would be paying attention to the way that you behaved. Usually your aunt and uncle were too wrapped up in what was happening with customers to notice if you were acting abnormally.

“I may have been a bit… distracted.” you admitted, choosing your words carefully.

“And what was so important that it caused you to drop about a dozen rolls on the floor today?” your aunt asked, work abandoned in the interest of gossip.

“There was… a lot to see in the square today. Did you notice?” you asked, not lying, but hoping to distract from the truth.

“Oh, I did notice,” your aunt said slyly, stepping around the counter and placing her hand on top of yours. “I noticed a particularly handsome man making eyes at you for the greater portion of the afternoon. I don’t suppose that he could have anything to do with your clumsiness?”

You had been caught. There was no point in trying to deny that the young man had been the source of your absent-mindedness this afternoon. You were a terrible liar, and even worse at keeping secrets. “That may have been it.” you said meekly, refusing to meet your aunt’s eyes.

“Well, I have to say I am surprised it has taken you this long to notice him.” your aunt said, returning to her own work on the other side of the counter.

Your eyes snapped up from the floor, not knowing what she meant. Of course, she noticed the confused look in your eyes. “He has been making eyes at you for the past month, and the only reason you haven’t noticed is because you have been making eyes at him every time he wasn’t looking!”

Your mind started racing as you attempted to process what your aunt had just told you. The handsome man from the square had been making eyes at you? Why hadn’t he approached you sooner and introduced himself? You knew that you had seen him at a ball or in the tavern once or twice, but he had never come forward and-

“Alright, you,” your aunt laughed, interrupting your thoughts and taking the cloth from you hand. “I can tell that I have ruined any shred of concentration that you have left. Go home and get some rest, I will see you bright and early tomorrow.”

As much as you hated to admit it, you did not get much rest that night. The rest of your evening was filled with thoughts of the handsome stranger. His bright eyes preoccupied you all through dinner and while you were trying to fall asleep. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

The next morning, your aunt insisted that she didn’t need help in the back, like usual. Instead, she tied a ribbon in your hair and ordered you to ‘spruce up’ the front window. You had rolled your eyes, but did what she said nonetheless.

She was hoping that the man from yesterday would be back, and you couldn’t say that your hopes didn’t lie in the same place.

So, you set about organizing the pastries when a familiar smiling face appeared on the other side of the window. He offered you another charming smile before his eyes darted down to the sweets you had just placed in the window. From this distance, you saw something that you hadn’t noticed in the course of your staring.

The man that you had admired for months was hungry- you might even go as far to say that he was starving.

You weren’t usually one for impulses, but before you could consciously make the decision, you had gathered up a basket of bread along with a few sweets and were out the door.

After a few moments of searching, you were beginning to feel foolish. The stranger had slipped away after you had turned away, and you were starting to think that you weren’t going to find him.

But just as you turned back in the direction of the shop, you spotted him, along with the three men he constantly seemed to be surrounded by. Now that you were so close to him, you began to doubt yourself. You had never spoken to this man before, and now you were trying to feed him.

What if you had been mistaken? He might not have been hungry after all. What if you offered him the basket and he and his friends laughed in your face? You had seen the way that they taunted the poor man with about his thoughts on the constitutional convention. What if they thought you were only a silly foolish girl and-“

"Excuse me miss?” a man’s voice asked, drawing you out of your downward spiral.

You looked up to see him, the man from the shop window. “My name is Alexander Hamilton, and I couldn’t help but admire you from across the square.” He said smoothly, before bending down to kiss your hand.

You were dumbstruck for a moment, almost in a state of disbelief. He was here, talking to you, and now you knew his name. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you said, shaking it off after you heard your voice shake a bit. “My name is Y/N, I work just over there,” you said with a slight cursty before gesturing across the square to the bakery. “I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed a bit hungry when I saw you at the window earlier this morning.” you said, gesturing to the basket in your hand. “I thought that you might like this, on the house, of course.”

Now, it was his turn to blush. He seemed to be almost at a loss for words while he processed that you were giving him the baked goods. “You are too kind, Miss Y/L/N.” he said quietly, eyeing the basket. “Perhaps I could write to you?” He asked with a gleam of hope in his eyes.

“I would be honored, Mr. Hamilton.” you said quietly, while glancing back to the shop, where you saw your aunt attempting to hide a smile behind her hand. “I do have to get back,” you said reluctantly, backing away from him.

“Do allow me the honor of accompanying you back to the shop,” he said jokingly, offering you his arm.

You laughed before wrapping your arm around his and allowing him to lead you back to the shop. You walked in comfortable silence, before he bowed and kissed your hand once more before leaving you at the shop and returning to his friends.

You were about to try and explain the situation to your aunt, when you heard the catcalls and laughter from Alexander’s friends across the square. You chose to simply shake your head and offer a smile to your aunt, before picking up a rag and getting back to work.

You didn’t think that you could feel any happier, until you arrived at work the next day to find a letter waiting for you, signed A. Ham.

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(All prompts requested by Anons)

Prompts: Imagine the reader and Jasper argue. The Major comes out and he does something bad so the reader says ‘I hate you’ but doesn’t actually mean it. + Imagine Jasper becoming The Major during an argument with you and hurting you. + Imagine dancing with a strange guy to make Jasper jealous only to bring out The Major. + Imagine telling The Major to “chill.”

It all started when you and Jasper got into an argument.

He seemed to think that you weren’t able to think for yourself. That you couldn’t take care of yourself. He irritated you to no end. You needed to get away, to take your mind off of how infuriating your best friend could be. Stupid Jasper with his stupidly beautiful face.

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