date a boy who can’t sit still. date a boy who’s a mechanical genius. date a boy who respects your autonomy. date a boy who will always support you. date a boy with an asshole older brother. date a boy who fed a rival captain’s fingers to his dog. date a boy who is the Ravkan king. date nikolai lantsov.
Hi. I hate seeing anyone cry (especially Hobi because it’s heartbreaking), but I think it is important as fans that we remember these people we see as perfection are in fact just actual, regular humans like me and you (just with a lot more social cred and talent).
They aren’t always happy.
They aren’t always sexy.
They aren’t always thug.
And they don’t always wear their true emotions. In fact, most of them wear a facade.
We, as fans, need to remember that no person is perfect, no matter how close you can get, and that these idols are allowed to have human emotions like the rest of us. They are allowed to feel anger, pain, loss, depression and anxiety.
They are allowed to be vulnerable too.
And we HAVE TO LOVE THEM STILL.
Because if you don’t love them when they show you their true colors, you just love the facade, not the person behind it.
THEY ARE NORMAL HUMAN BEINGS TOO AND DESERVE TO BE TREATED AS SUCH.
Please show us your true emotions so that we may empathise with you and love you on a whole new level.
You don’t have to be strong and perfect all the time.
- Your Loving Fans.
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Just a friendly reminder that Cosima Niehaus and Delphine Cormier are two wlw who are in a relationship and love each other and are beautiful together and are both alive and are on a show with genuinely good writing and stunning plots and the brilliant acting of Tatiana Maslany so tl;dr watch Orphan Black right now if you haven’t already.
Video footage of Torey Adamcik, filmed by Brian Draper, the night before the murder of Cassie Jo Stoddart
Brian Lee Draper and Torey Michael Adamcik were both 16 years old when they brutally stabbed their friend and classmate, Cassie Jo Stoddart (16), to death on the 22nd of September, 2006. She got stabbed a total of 29 times, nine of those wounds were fatal.
The boys had filmed their plans in the months leading up to the murder. On the night before the murder they recorded themselves sitting in the car talking about how excited they were to kill Cassie and their plan to make even more victims.
Brian:‘‘We found our victim and sad as it may be… she’s our friend. But you know what? We all have to make sacrifices. Our first victim is going to be Cassie Stoddart and…’’ Torey:‘‘(interrupts)God!’’ Brian:‘‘Her friends.(laughs) We’ll find out if she has friends over. She’s gonna be alone in a big… dark… house… out in the middle of nowhere. (laughs) How perfect can you get? I mean, like holy shit dude!’’ Torey:‘‘I’m horny just thinking about it.’’ Brian:
‘‘(yelling)Hell yeah! So we’re gonna fucking kill her and her friends and we’re gonna keep moving on! I heard some news about Kirsten. She’s gonna be alone from six to seven. So we might… kill her, then drive over to Cassie’s thing and scare the shit out of them and kill them one… by… fucking… one!’’
Brian Draper and Torey Adamcik were both convicted of first-degree murder and conspiracy to commit first-degree murder. They were sentenced to life in prison without the possibility for parole.
Then its decided this year I will graduate the world will be my swan song and in it I will pursue my passion, I’ll teach unprivileged children how to sing, or I’ll dance exotically whatever offers the most money!
What she means:
do you know how hard it must've been for Killian Jones to stop drinking and gambling in his pre-navy days? to claw out of the hole he was in? a man with so little self-worth would've literally drank himself to death and squandered every penny he had. a man with such supposed weakness in the face of darkness would've backslid right into drinking even after joining the navy, just as alcoholism affects jobs. a man with as much self-loathing as he had would've self-destructed and embraced every demon. but he didn't. he got his fucking act together during his time as Lt. Jones because his brother was his world and his light and his inspiration and his love and the source of hope for him. and then, that light DIED––due to machinations by the system that fucked them over in the first place. it wasn't just understandable for bright and starry-eyed Lt. Jones to fall so far after his brother's death. it was inevitable.
You fixed you (y/f/c) dress and made sure your makeup was perfect before grabbing the small blue cupcake with a single candle that was on the table and exited your room. It was your boyfriend, Hank McCoy’s birthday today and you spent the last couple of weeks planning this huge surprise party for him. It was about time Hank had one fun night for himself.
You made your way down to the lab when you saw Jean and Scott walking down the hall towards the rest of the party. Jean gave you a thumbs up and Scott flashed you a wide smile. You put your finger to your lips to keep them quiet and pointed your hand towards the party, telling them to go. They nodded and made their way as you silently opened the lab door and made your way in. You smiled when you saw Hank in his natural habitat. Books and papers scattered everywhere, equations written on every inch of the white board and him in his white lab coat bent over a microscope focusing on whatever he was looking at and taking notes every other minute.
You quietly lit the candle with the lighter you stole from Logan and tiptoed to Hank. You tapped him on the shoulder. He slightly jumped, turned around and smiled when he saw you. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to the greatest boyfriend in the entire world. Happy birthday to you! Now, close your eyes and make a wish!” Hank closed his eyes, smiled and blew. You set the cupcake on the table and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Hank smiled and went straight back to look at the microscope. “Hank, how about you take one night off all the science stuff and have fun? It’s your birthday!”
“I can’t. I’m so close to finally getting the correct DNA codes for this mutation. I just can’t stop now.”
You slid on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Please. For me.” You extended each “e” and gave him your puppy dog face that you knew he couldn’t resist.
“(Y/n), I can’t -. But I -. I need to- Okay. Okay. I’ll stop all the science stuff tonight just for you.” He gave you a kiss on the nose and you jumped up and cheered. As Hank was organizing his desk and hanging his lab coat, you quickly peeked your head out of the door and found Jubilee hiding behind a tree. You gave her a thumbs up and she gave you one back before running to the party.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Hank asked.
“Nothing.” You said, as you stood up straight again. “Um, you ready to go?”
“Yah.” You linked your fingers with Hank’s as you both made your way out of the lab.
“You look really beautiful tonight by the way.”
“Oh Hank. You always know how to make a girl blush don’t you?”
You finally made it to the door of the lobby and held it open. “After you birthday boy?” Hank walked in, with you shortly after.
“SURPRISE!” All the lights turned on and everyone jumped out of their hiding spots. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANK!” Someone set off a small confetti bomb with balloons and it went everywhere.
“What? Is this for me?” Hank turned to you and laughed.
You nodded and said “Happy birthday baby” and gave him a long kiss on the lips. Everyone cheered and you smiled and hugged Hank.
Hank went off to hug everyone and give them thank you’s and you stayed behind. After giving Hank a hug, Jubilee ran up to you. “So what do you think of the set up? Peter helped me hang some decorations when you left to get ready. We moved a few things around and added more food to the table. You know how hungry us x-men can get.”
“Yes, it’s perfect. Thank you so much for the help.” You gave her a hug. “And thank you too Peter!” Peter turned his face away from the food table and nodded his head giving you a thumbs up. You and Jubilee laughed as Peter tried to stuff a third Twinkie into his already full mouth.
Jubilee went off the dance with Kurt and Ororo. Rogue tried to pull you in, but you stayed and told them you had to full up the table. Rogue gave you a sad smile and Bobby made you promise that he would get a least one dance tonight. Rogue lightly punched his arm and you just laughed and crossed your fingers, telling him that he will definitely get that dance.
You walked to the table and saw half of all the food and plates where almost completely gone. You made your self a cup of punch and made a face at the funny taste. You looked up and Warren was smiling at you and you instantly knew that he spiked the punch. He probably messed with the brownies too. God, this mansion was so full of much sin. You shook your head and continued to drink. At least you knew the drink would make this party a little bit more fun.
You were filling back up the last chip bowl when you felt hands wrap around your waist and familiar lips kiss your neck. “Come dance with me.”
“I can’t. I gotta fill the food up. Geez, do you know how much food these kids can eat?”
“It’s okay. There’s enough food. Now come dance. It’s my birthday.” He kissed you again.
“Okay. Okay.” Hank held your hand and led you to the middle of the dance floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he held your waist tightly close to his body. He swayed you back and forth even though the song wasn’t a slow one and everyone around you was jumping up and down to the beat.
“So, this is what you’ve been doing all week. You did this all by yourself?”
“Well not entirely by myself. Jubilee helped me set up and Peter helped her with the decorations and everything. But I planned this for you. You needed one day where you weren’t so stuck up in that lab of yours. And I thought what perfect way to do it than a surprise birthday party! So, were you surprise?”
“Actually, I really was. No one has ever thrown me a surprise birthday party before.”
“Are you serious?” Your mouth dropped.
“Nope, this is my first one. And I have you to thank. You are the greatest girlfriend ever. I love you so much.”
Hank was kissing you and you pulled back. “Oh. Your birthday present!” You dragged him to the table and gave him a small blue box with a gold ribbon. He opened it and pulled out a lab coat with “Hank P. McCoy, PhD” perfectly inscribed on the top left above the pocket. He laughed when he pulled out a small bow tie with the periodic table printed on it.
“I know it’s not much. And I know it’s not the greatest present ever but I -” You were cut off when Hank pulled you into a kiss.
“I love it. And I love you.” Hank gave you a quick peck on the check and you smiled.
You leaned in and seductively whispered, “And that’s only part one. Part two is back in our bed.” You moved Hank’s hand up to your waist and showed him that the dress was the only thing that you were wearing tonight. You bite your lip and Hank gave you his little smirk that you loved.
“Happy birthday babe.” You pulled Hank into a kiss and he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you in, closing any space left between the two of you. Hank pulled back to catch his breathe but you pulled on his collar and brought his lips back to yours. Hank put one hand on your ass and the other on the small of your back holding you close. You brushed your fingers through his soft brown hair as you kiss him back, needing him.
You heard a loud roar of “oohs” and whistles and you pulled back and saw that the entire party was watching your small makeout session. You felt you face burn red with embarrassment and you hid it in Hank’s neck when someone, most likely Alex, scream “Get a room!”
Luckily, Jean came and pulled you and Hank and screamed “Time to blow out the candles!”. Peter rolled the big cake topped with edible beakers and test tubes full of sparkler candles. As everyone was singing the birthday song, Hank leaned in and said “Thank you so much. You’re the only thing I could ever want. I love you.”