i know i wrote of instead of off

I’m going to present to you a theory that’s probably already been theorized, but with more evidence from s2: Earth is already being controlled by the Galra through the Garrison.

We know that aliens already know about Earth’s culture from the Space Mall episode. I mean, aliens quite literally abducted our cows… and had an Area 51 hat. And had video games. In a mall owned by the Galra. Look, I don’t know how alien economics works, but they have to have some type of fascination with Earth to be able to have a shop for it and aliens would actually have to know what all of those items were for said shop to be successful. Imagine an alien Earth fan club. That’s what this is.

And that brings me to Keith’s flashbacks, once in a nightmare…

and once while he was trying to the awaken the Blade of Marmora, where he was in his shack in Earth. 

In both, Keith is placed in a situation where he’s around marching Galra. In some shape or form, Keith witnessed a Galra invasion. I don’t think that that’s going to be the last time we see that image at all. It’s obviously related to Keith’s past, but the Voltron team decided to draw this scene into two different settings: one purely related to the Galra and one set in Earth. Keith has probably already witnessed an alien genocide and is probably about to witness one again. 

I mean, think about it. If you were Haggar or Prince Lotor or whoever, how would you keep Voltron from running if they’re all humans? How would you set the perfect trap that would definitely lure Voltron in?  

The next time we see Earth, it’s probably going to be under invasion by the Galra. There are two possibilities: (1) the Garrison will be on their side or (2) the Garrison will see this as an act of war. Under both situations, I doubt that the Garrison doesn’t know about the Galra and other alien races. And, honestly, I see more validity in option 1. 

Listen, throughout season one, we knew that the Garrison was hiding something. Pidge obviously knew that they knew something about her family, but she didn’t have enough time to figure out what it was. And that means that the Garrison had to have known that this wasn’t a normal mission. In normal circumstances, we wouldn’t have known what had happened and would have ruled it out as an unfortunate death. But they knew more than enough to rule out the cause of death as a pilot error. 

Zarkon literally said that there was no place on the universe where he couldn’t reach. While he may have meant that in a militaristic way, I think he meant it in a quite literal way. 

We already know that leaders can be corrupt, look at King Lubos. The creators of Voltron made sure to mention that just because you’re a leader, doesn’t mean you’re on the good side or that you would do anything and everything for the benefit of your people. 

And for the Garrison to be able to make a presence or for the Galra to even think about asking the Garrison, they must have some type of political control. Considering that they are one of the best schools for training space cadets, I don’t think that this is too far off. We’ve only seen the school aspect from our younger paladins. We haven’t seen the military aspect. Considering that we don’t know the actual politics of future Earth, we don’t know how screwed the government is. But I’d literally bet 100 bucks that it’s going to represent the mess we have right now if I had the money.

Platonic/Friendship Sentence Starters
  • “Want to take a walk with me?” 
  • “Do you need a hug?” 
  • “Dude, I’m taking you out shopping. No buts.” 
  • “This couch is big enough for the both of us.” 
  • “I stole your __ I hope you don’t mind.” 
  • “Can I hold your hand?” 
  • “There’s nothing wrong with friends holding hands!” 
  • “You look like you could use a hug.” 
  • “My socks look good on you. I wondered where they went.” 
  • “Come here! Cuddle session!” 
  • “Think I can squeeze in there with you?” 
  • “Why did you put that all the way up there?” 
  • “Can you open this for me?” 
  • “Do you need help opening that?” 
  • “Not gonna lie, your clothes look good on me.” 
  • “You look comfy.”
  • “You look good today!” 
  • “Can I brush your hair?” 
  • “Can you brush my hair?” 
  • “Can you get that for me?” 
  • “I’m wearing your name tag obviously I’m you.” 
  • “This couch is all mine I will push you off if you try sitting on it.” 
  • “Budge up you’re hogging all the room.” 
  • “I know that look- you’re up to no good.” 
  • “Do you know where __ went?” 
  • “I will roll you up in a blanket if you refuse to go to bed.” 
Hak is not a Nice Guy™: A rant by me

**Note: I apologize in advance if this comes across as angry and vitriolic, but I really like Hak a lot. I think he’s a wonderful leading man who genuinely cares and respects Yona in ways I so rarely see in popular media, so to see him being criticized for not being a Nice Guy™ really, really grinds my gears and I felt it necessary to say something. So… yeah. 

So I go on a manga reading website to read AnY, and in one of the forum I see a great big jumble of bullshit masquerading as a forum post. I’ll spare you guys most of it, but I screenshotted the part that made me livid because, especially for the anime but also for the manga, I see the same sort of reasoning ALL THE TIME.

Not only is this just…. super gross generally, but it shows a fundamental misunderstanding of Hak as character. Hak is not a Nice Guy™ who is caring for Yona with ulterior motive of “Oh, if I just stick around long enough and remain hopeful, someday she’s gonna fall for me, right??” No. NO NO NO NO. That is not Hak. That was never Hak. He is not here at Yona’s side hoping and waiting for the moment that she’ll someday love him, and it sure as  hell isn’t the reason he’s still there after all this time. Does he love her, and did he try to make such apparent to her originally? For sure. Does he believe if he just remains persistent, she’ll someday love him back? No. Nooooooo. NO. 

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Positive Vibes (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you do something for Bucky that brightens his bad day. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,923

A/N: An anon requested “reader does something spontaneous and romantic for Bucky that she doesn’t even think of as romantic! And he is just floored by her thoughtfulness.“ This takes place between “The Little Things (Part Two)” and “The Get Together”. Here’s a track list for the CD mentioned in this part. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - thank you for existing and being my very best friend/editor

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

You’re stuck in the middle of a heated debate between Bruce and Helen Cho about gamma radiation when Steve walks by. He scans the dining hall, letting his gaze fall from one table to the next, before balancing his tray in one hand so he can rub his forehead. As he does, he discreetly scans the room for a second time, reminding you of a lost child desperately seeking out his mother.

"Steve!” You call out, making sure your voice is loud enough to be heard over all the chatter. He turns around immediately, a relieved grin overtaking his features as he walks towards you.  

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HEY FOLKS so recently i gave an awareness presentation on asexuality in my local LGBTQA+ group at my college! I wanted to share my comments and the experience I had.

ok so first off, I edited all these slides to include the speakers notes that I used, so almost everything I talked about is touched upon on these slides. However, I couldn’t go into detail on EVERYTHING on the slides, so if they aren’t complete, know that it’s bc I probably just spoke about the topic out loud instead of writing it down!

second off, the presentation went FABULOUSLY! I got a TON of great questions and everyone tried really hard to understand the concepts I talked about, which I really appreciated. It was a great experience!

so honestly, i’m just rly glad i got this experience.

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Just Give Me a Reason

Originally posted by guille-eav

Request: Hey I’ve just discovered your blog and I really love your writing! I was wondering if you would write a Sebastian fic where the reader and Sebastian are dating and finally announce it to their singing groups at one time. The room descends into chaos because no one approves whatsoever and people begin making plans to “rescue” their beloved group member. After multiple plans on both ends are pulled off, they eventually do break up and it’s not pretty. After that the ex-couple’s performances aren’t as good as they had been and both sides begin to realize what they did to their friends. So they team up without the reader or Sebastian knowing and make them both learn half of a duet for some special performance and when that night comes it’s revealed who their dear partner is. Thank you!

Notes: So I only realized after I wrote the entire imagine that I changed it a little, instead of Y/N and Sebastian learning the duet earlier they’re just forced to sing it together. And I didn’t really do ‘multiple plans’ because it would take just way too long, but anyways I hope you enjoy!!

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A Friend Of A Friend, These Strangers At The Party Never Paid

summary: “I left phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about your day and your frustrations for a month & it’s really nice and cute but I still don’t know who you are” AU

words: 12.7k

warnings: smut, mentions of smoking, alcohol/being drunk, lack of imagination as far as fic titles are concerned


Can you believe this was meant to be 3k?? I honeslty don’t know what happened there. all I know is that I have five exams in less than three weeks that I should be revising for and instead did this. yikes I hope this was worth it. (also pray4me that I don’t fail everything) x

Also on the topic of exams the actual reason I wrote this now was bc I’m kinda not gonna be writing for a while because of Lovely responsibilities and school stuff and revision so I’m gonna leave yall with this before I’m off Working and doing fun stuff that adults do.

I hope this is ok!!


Dan’s halfway through skipping History when he does it.

He doesn’t know why he did it – he really doesn’t, he was just kind of bored one afternoon and happened to be carrying a Sharpie and hey, it’d just be a laugh, right? In a school like this, what’s the worst that could come out of leaving his phone number on a cubicle wall?

His pen squeaks across the pale blue paint, already tainted with curse words and penis drawings and tipp-ex and “Call _____ for a good time ;)”. He supposes the caretakers have given up with trying to cover up the graffiti – there are still thin layers of paint and chipped plaster coating every inch of the stall walls, at least showing attempted coverage, but people had just written over them, scribbles of song lyrics and “never got caught” tattooing every inch of the previously blank walls. No amount of assemblies or threats of “whoever did this-“, inserts picture of something someone had written about the Maths teacher on the hall projector, “is seriously going to pay” from the head teacher had ever stopped anyone, so, really, what does Dan have to lose? Sure, they could trace the phone number, but that doesn’t prove anything – he could just as easily throw on the ‘innocent’ act and say it was his friend.

07843983276, he writes. He doesn’t sign it off with any comment, nor kisses, not even a smiley face let alone a winking one. He just leaves it there, in a kind-of conspicuous place just above eye-level on the right hand side of the door, eleven digits amidst many others.

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Bruce Wayne Imagine - How you Met

Your P.O.V.

Being a business woman was both amazing and frustrating. Tonight was a mixture of both. Bruce Wayne was hosting a party and I had to go. So here I was, alone in a fancy house full of fancy people. I tried not to look awkward while standing all alone. So I just glanced around curiously as if I was searching for someone.

I was wearing my hair in a low bun with a few accessories in my hair. I had a red evening dress, not too big but it wasn’t too plain either. For once I picked white heels that weren’t killing my legs. They even went well with my white necklace and my earrings.

Live music started playing and I saw how people started dancing. Everyone seemed so happy and relaxed here. Instead of staring at others who had fun I just walked to the bar area and I took a seat. It sucked being lonely. ‘’Can I have a martini?’’ I asked tiredly but I fixed my attitude quickly by flashing the bartender a red smile. He nodded and grabbed a glass.

I could hear someone coming closer and there was a tap on my shoulder, making me turn around. First I saw a white button-up under a fancy black jacket until I moved my gaze up. That face! It was Bruce Wayne. Our eyes met and he smirked a little bit. ‘’Do you mind?’’ He asked me and nodded to the chair next to me. ‘’Not at all’’ I reassured him and watched as he took a seat next to me.

I got my martini and I sipped it while he ordered something for himself. Funny how he asked me if I would mind since this is his party. I guess he was a gentleman. ‘’I’m Bruce Wayne’’ He told me after a short silence. You see even tho I was dealing with people every day, making the first move always wrecked my nerves a bit. ‘’Surprise surprise’’ I giggled and then turned a little towards him instead of facing away. ‘’I’m Y/N Y/L/N’’ I let him know and then reached out my hand. Bruce grabbed it and shook it gently before letting go. 

‘’You’ve outdone yourself Mr. Wayne. This party is beautiful’’ I complimented him sweetly. He just shrugged and grabbed his glass. ‘’Thank you. You can call me Bruce’’ He allowed me. I nodded simply. ‘’Okay Bruce. Do you ever sleep?’’ I asked him curiously. He seemed to be so busy with Wayne enterprises and off of his charity work things. The papers also wrote about his trips and mysterious periods of time while he went ‘missing’. They were always explained by unscheduled business trips.

‘’Good question, I do but probably way too little’’ He answered my silly question. ‘’Do you? It’s like you’ve been really busy lately. I’ve seen a lot of articles about you’’ Bruce admitted smoothly. So he knew who I was and he didn’t just invite me because I was a random business woman? ‘’I guess we share a problem’’ I told him. Bruce chuckled at my response.

‘’So any luck finding Batman?’’ he asked me about my recent work. It surprised me that he was interested. ‘’Nope. It’s like he vanishes during day and at night he’s always on the other side of the city than me’’ I sighed while explaining how bad I was failing. Bruce just smirked mysteriously, but I didn’t pay attention to it. ‘’Maybe you should make your own Batsign?’’ He suggested playfully. It caused me to laugh again.

‘’Yeah. I could try that’’ I thought out loud and then I smiled. I heard how the song changed in the background to a classic piano one. I glanced at Bruce who looked at me warmly. ‘’Do you want to dance?’’ He asked me. My heart skipped a beat because I was so surprised. Then he offered me his hand. ‘’Lead the way Bruce’’ I told him and placed my hand on his. So we got up and he took me to the dance floor. 

We got positioned so his hand was on my waist and my hand was on his shoulder. I let him catch the rhythm before he smoothly started to lead us. People around us stared and some started whispering. I didn’t really care. I just focused on my feet and Bruce. He was a really good dancer! 

‘’Do you know why I invited you here?’’ Bruce asked me while we were dancing. I looked into his eyes and I tried to think. Honestly I had no idea. ‘’Nope’’ I replied shortly, expecting him to tell me more. ‘’I wanted to finally meet you and I thought this was the easiest way to do that’’ He admitted and it made my cheeks flush. I hoped that he didn’t notice. ‘’Why? So we could talk about Batman?’’ I asked him jokingly. At first he looked a little strange but it didn’t take long until he calmed down again.

‘’That too. I also wanted to ask you if you were interested to join a meeting at Wayne enterprises on Wednesday’’ Bruce let me know. Then he spun me around which fit the dance. ‘’What is this meeting about?’’ I wanted to know more. His hand placed back on my waist. ‘’Business’’ He answered shortly. I rolled my eyes playfully.

‘’Fine Bruce’’ I gave in only because I was so curious. ‘’Only if you help me find Batman’’I added a condition. Surprise flashed across his face. ‘’You’re a woman who takes her job seriously’’ He noticed. ‘’I like that. Deal. I can build a batsign for you’’ He offered kindly. What a true gentleman. ‘’Thank you. I hope you give me a time so I know when to come on Wednesday’’ I told him calmly.

Little did I know who I was really talking to..

 “No!” Lance screams, tears streaming down his cheeks.  His throat hurts and his voice is hoarse, his eyes are bloodshot and he looks like a mess.  Strong arms keep him in place.  

 “Please, believe me!” He begs, sobbing now as he struggles to free himself once more.  His pleas are answered with sympathetic eyes and white masks covering halves of faces, an equally white straitjacket being forced upon him.

 Hands are quick to tighten every strap.  Out of the corner of his eye, Lance recognizes the uniform of the officials supervising the events.  His knees buckle under his weight and he would’ve fallen if it weren’t for the arms holding him.

 The Garrison, even his thoughts sound panicked as he gasps, squirming and kicking all around once more as someone is filling an injection with suspicious-looking liquid.  The Garrison.  They know.  They must know, they tried to restrain Shiro back when—

 But there’s nobody hacking the servers that would discover Lance.

 There’s nobody there to save him, no one who would set off bombs in order to infiltrate the facilities and break him out of there.

 Because, on Earth, everybody believes Lance to be dead.

dimplesflint  asked:

silverflint - 47. “No one needs to know.”

okay so. i know that this prompt naturally lends itself to angst. but given how i’ve had my complete fill of writing angst in the last few months, my brain did a complete 180 and i wrote something ridiculous instead. i hope you like it! 

Beginning of s3 or thereabouts. 

In hindsight, there’s a lot of things to pin the blame on for what happened.   

For starters, Silver is newly missing a leg. That has thrown off — well, everything. He keeps it in check for the sake of appearances but even standing up straight, leaning his full weight into the false leg is a delightful exercise in agony. Second, there’s the matter of the storm they’re sailing through. It has choked up a generous amount of water onto the deck, turning the ever-present layer of moss over the wood into a slippery nightmare that closely resembles a frozen over river. The third and final nail in the coffin is the black mood that has followed Flint around since their last raid. Since Charlestown. It has him thundering through the hold like a caged animal, stomping up the stairs that lead up onto the deck without really paying much attention to where he’s going. Silver happens to be at the top step, clinging to the doorway for life — while resolutely pretending he’s not — as he surveys the men in the rigging. When he turns to descend into the hold, it’s only a dark void ahead. 

He doesn’t see Flint coming. He doesn’t see much of anything until it’s too late.

Flint headbutts him squarely in the stomach, and Silver doesn’t have enough air in his lungs to let out a proper yelp before they’re falling. It’s a short tumble to the ground, but it isn’t without damages incurred on both sides; Flint’s back hits the floor with a resounding and painful thump and Silver’s head knocks into the low awning before he comes to a dead stop against Flint’s chest, knocking what little breath Flint has left in him in the process.

They lay there frozen in a motionless heap for a time, until Flint finds his words.
“What the fuck—“ he hisses. He spits out a mouthful of Silver’s hair first.

Flint’s heart is thundering in his chest. Silver should know this, he should be able to hear it with the way his ear is pressed into Flint’s sternum. Only there’s a deafening roar in his head that drowns out all sound. He’s got a lot of … other things pressed into other places but his brain is too addled to make sense of anything beyond the overwhelming pile of warmth he seems to be on top of for some reason. It’s quite pleasant, like laying on sun-warmed stone, despite the dull thrum of pain distantly singing through his body.

Flint shoves at him and Silver manages a single moan, which he also does not hear himself voice. Whatever it is that’s spread out beneath him seems like a steady thing to hold onto, though, so he fists a hand into Flint’s shirt. It helps somewhat, but not enough to clear the fog.

Flint gives him another shove, gentler this time. “Silver are you—are you hurt?“

Silver doesn’t respond, just shifts a little to take the weight of his left leg. This only helps slot his right knee between Flint’s thighs.

Flint sucks in a breath. He clasps a hand around Silver’s jaw and tips his chin up until their eyes meet. Or they would meet, but Silver’s eyes are closed. He looks peaceful. He looks dead.

“Hey—“ Flint braces himself up on his elbows and squeezes the nape of Silver’s neck. “Hey. Are you all right?”

The roaring in Silver’s head comes to a prompt stop when Flint brings his other hand to cup the side of Silver’s face. Silver’s eyes snap open.

“Captain?” he blinks. The first thing he thinks to say is; “Are you all right?”

“Am I—” Flint sputters, eyes flitting up to the angry red gash on Silver’s forehead. He drops his hand from Silver’s cheek to his shoulder and shoves him for a third time. “Jesus Christ, get up, get the fuck off me—”

“Off you? Off—oh, fuck—“

Silver is suddenly scrambling; he plants a hand on the floor by Flint’s head and the other — unintentionally — on Flint’s hip, to heave himself up, only he’s moving too fast and consciousness is too new, so he can’t regulate the pressure and Flint he — he makes a sound.

Silver freezes and stares down at him. “Did you just—“

Framed by Silver’s hair falling over his face, Flint looks fucking horrified; eyes wide and mouth half-open.

Silver digs a finger into Flint’s hip again and sure enough, the same sound comes out of Flint’s mouth, followed by Flint clapping his hand over it.

Realisation dawning, Silver says, “Are you actually—“

“Jesus Christ.”

They both look up, though Silver has to crane his neck a little more to do it. Billy is standing at the mouth of the stairs, hands on his hips and jaw locked tight over a scowl that used to look wrong on his good-natured face. It’s starting to fit him much better as time goes on. He stomps down the stairs two at a time and without ceremony shoves his hands under Silver’s armpits, hauling him to his feet before Silver is able to protest the manhandling. Billy turns without another look at either of them and climbs back up to deck, muttering darkly under his breath as he goes. 

There’s a dizzying headrush, and before Silver can fight through it Flint is standing, his twitching face inches from Silver’s own.

“Listen to me,” Flint says urgently, “If you breathe a word of this to anyone—“

“Captain, it's—“

“No one,” Flint says, and he looks dangerous now as he takes another half step forward, “Do you understand? No one needs to know.”

Silver looks at him steadily. “Understood. I won’t tell anyone that you’re—“

“Utter one more syllable and I will have you killed.”

Flint’s hot breath washes over Silver’s face and the threat hangs between them, brandished like a sword. They stay like that for another quivering moment before Flint’s mouth twists into a half mortified, half furious scowl. Without another word, he turns on his heel to stomp back into the dark from whence he came.

“I love our little chats, Captain!” Silver yells after him.

He stands there and watches Flint go until his leg and head send a simultaneous jolt of pain through his body, unfurling nausea in his stomach, and then he has to sit down on the stairs. He clasps his hands together between his knees and struggles to breathe through the pain. There’s an added difficulty to righting himself, because he’s accidentally stumbled upon a brand new piece of information that has him quite stunned.

Captain Flint, harbinger of death and destruction, the name and face of grim death in the West Indies, he’s — he’s fucking ticklish.

Knowledge is power, surely, but Silver has no idea know what the fuck to do with this particular shred of it. The thought comes unbidden, then; what if Nassau were to hear that its saviour — or better still, what if Whitehall were to somehow find out that its mortal fucking enemy had a tendency to giggle if you touched him right?

It’s ridiculous. Silver puts his head in his hands and snorts. It jostles him a little, doesn’t help with the pain at all, but the sound is so similar to the one Flint made under him earlier that Silver has to press a fist to his mouth a moment later, as something dislodges in his chest and he begins to laugh, out loud, in earnest. 

That helps with the pain, if only just a little. 

experiences that in my opinion are a good summary of silicon valley life:

  • pro-life protesters hanging out around my school with extremely gory signs. none of the students seemed to be grossed out and there were zero complaints filed about the huge gory signs next to school. the protestors left because nobody was paying attention to them
  • I once took a trial run of a SAT essay writing class. The class consisted of me and a 4th grader. Teacher spent the whole time helping the poor kid figure out how to structure paragraphs. I don’t blame him but I didn’t take more classes there
  • I was taking a practice ACT at a (mostly white) prep center when someone sneezed. I am so unaccustomed to people saying “bless you” that when everyone said it I nearly jumped out of my seat
  • inspirational quotes carved into the bathroom tiles at the school I took my ACT at because they have a problem with kids killing themselves on the nearby train tracks
  • I wrote an article about Macs vs. PC in my middle school newspaper and decided that PCs are better. A kid ran up to me later that week, asked me if I was the author, and said “I hate you” and then dashed off
  • Brown admissions interviewers holding their interviews in a brand-new fully furnished yet abandoned office and showing us a stream of a SpaceX launch while we were waiting
  • robots at the mall. just…..robots at the mall
  • most of the east asian families I know still take off their shoes indoors, but they take their shoes with them instead of leaving them outside. this is because robbers like targeting asian houses, because we have money and no guns
  • running into classmates in labs over winter break because everyone and their mother is an intern at Stanford Medical School
  • I chatted with a white girl I met at summer camp after she told me she was from San Jose. I told her I was from Cupertino and she immediately said her neighborhood was “ghetto af” and faked a posh British accent and went “oh look I’m from Cupertino I work at Apple and I will go to Yale”
  • chinese boys doing shit like spending the summer in France as a farmer in order to ~*distinguish themselves*~ from the guys who play League and made USAMO in 7th grade
  • a guy on my Science Olympiad team eating his buzzer

(I re-read this today and couldn’t resist.)

“Call this a Tragedy, but the only tragic element was that more of these characters didn’t die (and sooner).”

“Macbeth took things away from the people that dissevered those things and took matters into his own hands just as the lion king did in ‘Robin Hood.’”

“I know Macbeth is considered one of Shakespeares darkest novels and that could be one reason I was pulled away from it.”

“Terrifying depictions of evil are not my cup of tea.”

“I think Shakespeare has some verboseness issues.”

“I would rather watch my fish swim in his bowl for 3 hours instead of read this book.”

“If Shakespeare never signed any of his works how do we know he wrote them? A lot of information we think we know about Shakespeare is off of gossip. Aren’t we taught not to always believe the gossip we hear? I did know that some people question whether William Shakespeare wrote the plays attributed to him. I am one of those people. I think it is very important whether William Shakespeare wrote the plays, because everyone in the world is giving his name the credit!”

“This book wasent as interesting as i thought it would be. The killing was short and not intertaining. Not worth my time, We should have read somthing based on a true story.”

“I really hate old English with the intensity of a thousand suns and would rather beat my head in with a bat that read it but this is required and if I don’t do this my teacher will fail me.”

“I feel like Lady Mcbeth was a really ugly chick, I’m not sure why I think that but I do… I also dont see what is so important about being a king, especially since they already live in a castle. This book was stupid.”

“I never knew that people questioned William Shakespeare but yes it does matter if he wrote them or not. He shouldn’t be taking credit for these plays if he didn’t write them.”

“The only part I liked about the stupid book was how Mrs. Macbeth was able to boss around her wimpy husband. She was my favorite of the play, I think. Unfortunately, she died.” 

And the noble soul who speaks for all of us:

“Honestly, I didn’t like any of the characters in Macbeth, except the guy who called someone an egg.”


prompts #2 and #5 as requested by @hamiltrin! hope you like it!



That was the only word you could think of to adequately describe what the past week had been like.

Ever since you and Spencer had both been injured in a particularly nasty case a week ago, you had both been forced by Hotch to stay behind at Quantico while the rest of the team travelled. The two of you helped as much as you could from there, but to be honest, it was killing you. You were both dying to actually be out in the field, helping to solve these cases with all of your talents, and the restlessness was starting to get to you.

It didn’t help that the two of you were already pissed off enough at one another.

Even though you and Spencer were good friends, the case that had landed you here had sparked a large amount of animosity between the two of you, creating a divide that only made being stranded at home together worse. You were mad at Spencer for making a snap decision in the take down that had led him to not only get himself shot in the arm, but had managed to get you shot in the leg as well. Normally you would never hold a teammate responsible for an injury in the field, but Spencer had directly gone against the plan you two had come up with and it almost got you both killed. Of course, Spencer had thought it was the only possible thing to do, which only served to make you angrier.

You tried to avoid one another as much as possible, and when you had to work together and see one another, the resentment and anger you two shared frequently poured over, creating fight after fight. In an attempt to avoid fighting, and more importantly, each other, you had set up stations at different ends of the BAU. You were stationed in the briefing room while Spencer holed up with Penelope to minimize run ins. However, on a day like today, sometimes they were inevitable.

You were seated in a chair, carefully looking over a letter the unsub wrote to the police, when Spencer barged into the room, grabbing the letter from your hand.

“Are you kidding me?” You asked, in utter awe of how rude he could be. Instead of answering you, he simply waved his hand in your direction, brushing you off as he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

“Oh my god! Answer me!” You were livid at how much of a douchebag he was being.

“Spencer Reid if you don’t answer me right now I swear I wi-”

“Hey Morgan, I think I know why the unsub is choosing his victims,” Spencer cut you off, beginning to write on the white board that had been brought in for you to work on.

“You are such a douchebag!” You were practically shaking with anger as Penelope burst into the room, overhearing your outburst.

“I don’t think they’re surrogates for his father. I think they’re surrogates for himself,” Spencer said, his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration.

“Yeah well I did some research and I think th-”

“Oh, excuse me, I’m so sorry, I forgot the part where I asked for your opinion,” Spencer snapped, turning to roll his eyes at you.

“Oh dear Lord,” Penelope whispered, her eyes going wide and she looked at the pure and utter rage present on your face as you stared at Spencer in disbelief.

“I’m going to kill you. I need someone to help me up first, and then I’m going to kill you,” you whispered, your tone frighteningly calm.

“Go ahead,” Spencer challenged, once again turning to glare at you, “at least I wouldn’t be stuck working in this hell hole with you anymore. You are being completely unreasonable and completely insufferable.”

“I’m the one being unreasonable and insufferable? Really? You’re the one that got us here in the first place!”

You waited expectantly for another angry remark from Spencer, but instead he stared at you for a second. You saw his expression change momentarily, a flash of what looked like sadness appearing, before he snapped back to reality and picked up the phone again, turning away from you.

“Um, well, that’s just my theory. I’ll talk to you later,” he said quickly, hanging up the phone without saying goodbye as he left the room without another word.

You looked at his retreating form, knowing that something else was clearly going on with him, and sighed. Even though you were still pissed at him, he was still Spencer, and you still had to make sure he was okay. You grabbed your crutches, pulling yourself up with Penelope’s help and leaving her instructions on what to send to Morgan for the case before you hobbled out of the room.

You found Spencer where you knew you would. On the third floor, sitting on the bench in the empty hallway you two always ate lunch in. He was sitting with his head in his hands, breathing deeply.

“Hey,” you said quietly, stopping a little ways away from the bench.

“Hey,” he said as he lifted his head to look at you. You saw that same look on his face that had appeared before as he looked at you.

“Look, Spen-”

“I’m so sorry,” Spencer cut you off, looking at you, regret present in his tone.

“Hey it’s okay we all say things we don’t mean when we’re angry,” you said, moving over to take a seat next to Spencer.

“No, not for that. Well I mean I am sorry for that, but I mean for getting us into this situation. For getting you hurt,” he said, and as you stared into his sorrowful eyes, everything made sense.

Spencer wasn’t angry at you, he was angry at himself for what had happened. He was filled with guilt, and it was killing him. And yet, all this time, you thought he was just being selfish. You were both idiots, so wrapped up in your own feelings that you had isolated yourselves from one another, only making things worse.

“Oh, Spence,” you whispered, tilting his head so that you were face to face, “It’s okay,” you looked deep into his eyes, offering a smile to reassure him.

“I could have gotten us killed. I could have gotten you killed. I could have lost the love of my life.”

You paused, the words you were about to say halting in your throat. Did Spencer just call you the love of his life?

You thought back to the moment you were shot. Spencer had panicked when he saw you fall, his eyes filling with fear as he screamed out your name, fighting to make it to you. He had never looked more scared before in his entire life. He didn’t even hesitate as the bullet flew at him, too focused on making it to you.

You thought back to the moment that he got shot as well. You had reacted the same way, your eyes widening in fear as Spencer collapsed. You had tried to move, to crawl, to make it to him in any way possible. You realized now that that you had never been more terrified in your entire life either. You realized that you had never before had to consider what it would feel like to lose him. To lose all the lunches in that empty hallway and all the conversations over dinner at his place and all the moments you were lucky enough to have with him. You realized that you were in love with him, so in love that you were so scared that you could lose that. You weren’t mad at him for getting you hurt. You were mad at him for creating a situation in which he could have been taken away from you.

He seemed to realize what he said at the same time as you, his eyes widening in panic as he noticed your silence at his bold words.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry, I-”

You didn’t let Spencer finish, instead pressing your lips to his, smiling as he kissed you back. You pulled away after a while, the smile still present on your face as you sat, enjoying moment.

“So I’m guessing this means you’re not going to kill me anymore are you,” Spencer teases, grinning.

“Now why would I kill the ‘love of my life’?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as Spencer turned red, grabbing his hand as you leaned in to kiss him again.

Into the woods --- e.d.

warnings: smut 

A/N- I wrote this based off of his recent tweet and instagram post :) hope you enjoy 

“Nothing matters except for right now.” Ethan whispers into the night sky as he lays on his back in the grass. It’s almost as if he were really telling himself that instead of me. He breathes out a long breath that sounded like he’d held it in for years as he brings his hands underneath his head, the skin of his hands rubbing into the dirt.
“I think I just needed to clear my head, you know? All of this is really getting to me. I know that I shouldn’t worry about this kind of stuff- I mean, every 17 year old boy dreams of being in my position, but I almost envy theirs.” Instead of lingering my gaze on the sky where it should be, i train my eyes to his profile, watching and listening to him speak.
I don’t mind just listening sometimes, in fact it’s how we best communicate. He speaks, and I listen.
It hurts me to see Ethan this way- feeling trapped.
I lean on my side and continue to stare at what feels like a masterpiece. But this masterpiece is hurting- how can you be perfect when you have one thing wrong? No one seems to understand.
The one thing wrong could’ve been such a small thing, when in reality it’s a blanket over everything he does. He could be skydiving and this would still be in the back of his mind as he falls faster and faster towards the ground.  
“I mean, it’s my fault, me and Gray brought this upon ourselves. I get it. But, had I known it’d be like this,” The brunette sighs, “Maybe I…” He trails off.
Again, I don’t say anything, I just wrap my arm around his middle, pressing my face into his neck, stroking his rib with my thumb.
It’s comforting he doesn’t feel he has to apologize for talking about his feelings. Because then I don’t have to apologize for staying silent and letting him think.
I press a cold kiss to his warm neck, making him take a deep breath.
“I think being in the middle of nowhere is really clearing my head.” He says softly, wrapping a strong arm around me.
“And being with you.” He breathes, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“I love you, E.” I whisper, leaning up to bring my lips to his. He brings my body on top of his, running his hands up the back of my shirt. He deepens the kiss, sighing into my mouth. We pull away to catch a breath, and looking into his eyes, I could tell what he wanted.
Most of the time when he’s in the mood, he gets this look in his eyes, but this time, he had this look of longing and need- something i’ve never seen before.
“I love you,” He says against my mouth, closing his eyes. “In fact, I want to make love to you.”
The way he says these words makes my stomach flip, and I begin to get nervous. “making love” is not a concept most 17 year old boys can understand, but then again, Ethan isn’t like other boys.
“Please.” Is all i can let out as he brings our lips together in a hot fire, like my lips were the water he’s needed after walking in a desert. He rubs his hands up my back, bringing my shirt over my head. I can smell his skin so deep, like there’s nothing other to breathe than Ethan. Our clothes come off in a fury as he flips us over so he’s laying on top of me, nesting his head into my neck as he kisses and licks a trail down to my chest.
He leans back up and takes my face into both of his hands, his finger rubbing my cheek. Then he does something that I can never forget. He looks me deep in my eyes, so deep his gaze pokes at my soul- and presses into me. I let out a groan, lifting my hands to his back, squeezing for support.
In and out he goes, looking deeper and deeper into my eyes, as if finding something in my eyes would bring him the physical release he so desperately needs. It’s the most intense feeling i’ve ever felt in my life. The boy I love bringing me so much pleasure while looking right through me; with Ethan, I’m transparent.
“Fuck.” He groans, his thrusts getting faster and faster, making me yelp out into the forest. He lowers his head pressing into the crook of my neck, getting a better, deeper angle.
The feeling is something I cannot possibly describe, everything in my body is on fire and it just feels so good.
“Ethan, I’m about to…” I can’t finish- I can hardly speak.
“Look at me when you do, baby.” He says, lifting his head up.
The vein in his forehead is popping out, his lip is tucked in between his teeth, and I can tell he’s close.
We crash our lips together as if we’d read each other’s minds, the kiss so hot and heavy and intense it brings me over the edge.
“Ethan, fuck!” Were the only words able to leave my lips.
“I’m so close.” He whispers, the sound of his heavy breathing and wet sounds fills my ears and makes my cheeks red.
I hold his face in my hands and he cums, groaning in a deep and dark tone, and his eyes slip shut.
When the hot feeling dies down, he lays on top of me, laying the side of his face into my chest.
“What if Gray finds us like this?” I ask, stroking his dark hair.
“Doesn’t matter. Nothing does.” And though the words sound daunting, I can hear the smile in his voice.

jungkookvisbaeuniverse  asked:

How would a three way with YOONGI and TAE be like?







                             DON’T THINK ABOUT IT, BABY DON’T                              

“A bet is a bet Tae” I say pulling his Sweatshirt over his head… “Yah! This isn’t how I wanted you to take my clothes off” the younger male protests … “Oh like you would know what to do if Y/N actually agreed to sleep with you” Yoongi says grumpily across the couch from us … “And you’ve slept with how many women Hyung?” Taehyung looks at the older boy pointedly… “Yah!” I warn… both of the bickering men look towards me …. “Calm down children, it’s just a game” I say looking at them through my lashes… “Now take off that shirt” I say pulling the large jumper from Taehyung’s toned body and placing a chaste kiss to his cheek…. The younger boy grows flustered and I can’t help but giggle at the way his cheeks pink and his toned chest rises steadily…. I lick my lips involuntarily as I continue to stare at his honey skin and wonder if it would actually taste like honey on my tongue… ”Y/N!” Yoongi snaps…. “It’s your turn to call it” he explains his voice velvet soft but his eyes hold a predatory sheen as he comes to sit beside me and takes a swig of the beer that’s in his hand …. ” Oh. yeah” I reply … now I’m the one who’s flustered…at the feel his body heat radiating against my skin through the thin fabric of my own jumper…. But decide to play along and take the smooth glass bottle from his hand …. winking at him before taking a large swig of the bitter liquid….

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I am super sorry if it did not make much sense towards the end! I was literally dozing off when I wrote this more specifically at the very end. That aside, thank you for sending in this request and this probably is not what you were looking forward but I do hope you will enjoy it nonetheless! Yay for some more Jon Kent stuff! And just in case if anyone is ever wondering, you are a Vlogger on YouTube and this is your reaction surprise video.

You lift the camera up so that it is filming you instead. “Jon doesn’t know this but I am planning a surprise for him.” You grin and use your free hand to push away the hair from covering your face. “So Jon is currently outside with his dad and brother and to be honest, they probably already know this but Jon doesn’t so I am really hoping I can pull of this surprise.” You explain to the camera before turning to film the present you have been holding in your hand.

“So tonight is the annual family Christmas dinner at Clark’s house and everyone is already here too and it’s been so fun catching up with everyone and seeing Jon feeling extremely happy because he finally gets to see his family and all makes me happy too.” You ramble before remembering the purpose of your video. You lift the present up and focus on it with the camera. “So some of you might have already figured out especially when I talked about it in our previous Q&A session and yes, I am pregnant. I am about seven weeks pregnant now.” You made a little cheer for yourself.

“My present for Jon is in this box and I really hope he will be happy about this.” You say to the camera as you turn it back towards you. “Jon and I, we aren’t necessarily trying to get a baby. We are just simply going with the flow and even though it’s been seven weeks and I have only known about this since the third week, I really think I am looking forward to becoming a mother.” You move to pick up your phone from the bed and head outside of the bedroom, filming the newly renovated Kent house.

“Clark has been planning on renovating the entire house for a while now and he finally got around to do it. So there’s that.” You move your camera slowly, making sure to get as much footage as you possibly can before you turn the camera back on you as you get off the stairs. “I do this a lot – I pick up the camera to film with one thing in mind but then it just suddenly becomes a very random video of me talking about a couple of things – like right now. But yes, back to the whole point of this video.”

You pad over to the kitchen, grabbing a few sneaky bites of the cookies meant for dinner and walk outside where you greet Lois. Lois smiles at you when she spies the camera in your hand. “Are you willing to help me surprise Jon?” You ask Lois, focusing on her and Lois laughs quietly to herself before nodding her head. She grabs the camera from you and you are now free to walk towards where Clark, Conner and Jon are playing around.

It really is nice to see that despite being all grown up, the three men can still play around as if there is no care in the world.

Jon is the first one to notice you – mostly because he is so in tune with the sounds of your steps – and he stops playing, padding over towards you instead. He then spies the camera in his Mom’s hand. “What’s up?” Jon reaches over to wound an arm around your waist, dropping a kiss on your forehead.

You smile at him, comforted by his smell. “Well, I have a surprise for you.” You tell him as you pull away from him. Jon furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head to the side when you hand over the box to him. Jon shakes it before looking at you skeptically. “It’s nothing too fancy – we agreed on no fancy things.” You say casually.

Jon chuckles. “Y/N, I thought we agreed to no present this Christmas. I didn’t get you any.” Jon whines as he stares at the present guiltily.

You pat his hand, aware that his entire family are now surrounding you. Jon is still oblivious to this because he is still staring at the box, wondering what gift you had gotten him. He feels super guilty for not getting you any present at all. “This present is enough for the both of us. Open it.” You tell him and this is when Lois steps closer, to fill Jon.

The frown on Jon’s face deepens as he begins to unwrap the present – finally take notice that his entire family are watching – and once he is done, he stares at the naked box. “What’s inside?” He asks himself as he shakes the box. It makes some bit of a noise but that was about it – nothing about the way it sounded or the shape of the box can give him any clue as to what the present may be.

With your prompting, Jon finally opens the present and when he finally realizes just what in the world he is currently staring at, Jon feels extremely giddy and he drops the present to the ground before pulling you to him in to a very tight hug and showering your face with kisses. You start tearing up the moment he realizes, laughing as Jon would not stop showering your face with a lot of kisses.

“I am pregnant, Jon. Can you believe that?” You ask him with tears in your eyes. You can finally share this secret with your husband and even though life is only going to get more dangerous now that you can be a prime target to the Supers’ enemies.

“Congratulations, Y/N, Jon!” Clark pulls the two of you in to a hug. “Group hug, everyone!” Clark exclaims before pulling everyone in to the hug, including Lois who had until then been filming the entire thing. Conner rolls his eyes before wrapping his arms gingerly around everyone.

Clark gives you a kiss on the forehead. You smile at your father-in-law before reaching to hold Lois’s hand. She has since then stopped filming due to feeling extremely touched and the tight hug as well. “We are so happy for Jon and you, Y/N.”

You grin at your family. “Thank you so much, everyone!” Jon mirrors your words before turning to look at you lovingly, giddily. He presses a palm against your stomach and rubs it a few times, soothingly. This is definitely one of the best Christmas presents Jon has ever gotten too. He definitely cannot wait to be a dad – he wants to be just like his dad, only much more involved. 

Jon knows he is going to be the best SuperDad ever.


(Stress-drabble because finals suck. A probably-canon part of the ABoT universe)

Ritsu Kageyama was 10.

He stood waiting out the silence that sat between him and his math teacher. Mr. Watanabe’s fingers lingered on the fringes of a blank test paper, glaringly unmarked, its emptiness conserved by the teacher’s obstinate refusal to write in the “0%” that the top of the page deserved. Instead the paper appeared simply untouched, as if never issued, as if Ritsu had never handed it in.

“This isn’t like you,” was all Mr. Watanabe could roll off his tongue. His jaw shifted back and forth, chewing on unspoken words.

“No,” Ritsu agreed.

“Should we talk about this?”

Ritsu shrugged. “I didn’t study, and I didn’t know the answers, so I didn’t write anything down.”

“Nothing at all?”


“I don’t believe that.” Mr. Watanabe tapped the paper. “You’re the only student who’s been getting 100s. You don’t know nothing.”

“Okay. I still wrote nothing down. Just fail me. It’s fine.”

“I’m not gonna fail you.”

Ritsu tensed, his eyes wider than before. His attention flickered between the paper and his teacher’s face. “…Why not?”

“Because it wasn’t fair to give you a test yesterday.” The grating of Mr. Watanabe’s jaw grew more pronounced. He flattened his hand to the paper and dragged it across the desk, dropping it in the drawer on his side and shutting it in the dark. “I called you up here to apologize, not to fail you. I wasn’t thinking about the day. Sorry, Ritsu.”

Ritsu shook his head rhythmically. His breathing had picked up, fists tight at his sides. “No, just fail me. Just fail me. It’s not that.”

“I’m not going to fail you, Ritsu.” To deliver on his threat, Mr. Watanabe flipped open the grade book for Ritsu’s class. It was divided into a grid of numbers, a row to each student, a column to each test. The 100s stood out glaringly in the Kageyama row, and they terminated with a lone blank spot. Mr. Watanabe uncapped his pen and slashed out the empty box. “I use the same schedule every year. I should have been paying more attention. I should have realized what yesterday was, and I should have known which test was the first test he missed.”

“No,” Ritsu whispered. “It’s not that…”

“It is.” Mr. Watanabe closed the gradebook. He slid it out of sight. “Go home. Get some rest. Come back when you can handle it. I’m not going to make you take a make-up test.”

“You would fail any other student if they did this.” Ritsu glanced behind him as if looking for example. The room was empty. “I deserve to fail.”

“You don’t deserve any of what’s happened. Come on.” Mr. Watanabe stood, and he opened the door, and he motioned with his head for Ritsu to follow. Ritsu had no response, so he did.

A cold wind wrapped through the halls and into the room. Ritsu shivered, though he did not feel it as he stepped out alongside his teacher.

It was cold for early March.

Part 7

Summary:  Two weeks after waking up with no recollection of the people and ship around you, you take your future in your hands and try to piece together your past and the events that lead up to you losing your memory of the last five years. This means finally meeting Scotty, the man you just learned is your husband.

Word Count:  2,018

Author’s Note:  I wrote a solid 6.5K words toward this story on my last day off here, so please enjoy! As always please let me know what you think, I love hearing from you <3 (Also, I think I solved the tag problem? Let me know.)

Cyrillic Key:   Выпьем за то, чтобы у нас всегда был повод для праздника! - May we always have a reason to party!

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Huffing out a nervous breath, you inspected yourself one last time in the mirror in Scotty’s quarters. All of your clothes were still in his closet, so instead of opting to take them all back to your temporary quarters, you chose instead to bring a few garments in at a time and try them on.

Your taste changed drastically since before you joined Starfleet, apparently. Before you tended for clothes that disguised more of your bodily flaws, but the new you, the hypothetical you, liked to flaunt what she had.

Turning around, you cocked your head to the side and tried to decide if the back view of this dress was what you were going for or not.

The dress was the swingiest that you could find; in fact, it was the only one without a tapered skirt. It flowed around your knees enough that you felt that your hips were somewhat camouflaged, but it had no arms and you couldn’t find any camisoles or the like in your collection, so you opted to just rough it. It was either this or that skin-tight number that had full sleeves and much shorter skirt.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you carefully tucked your folded clothes away where you found them, acutely aware of Scotty standing in front of the window looking out over the planet with a tumbler of Scotch in his hand.

“How do I look?” you ventured, carefully stepping forward. You winced, afraid of the answer.

Scotty turned slightly and his eyes softened around the edges.

“I always loved that one,” he said quietly. “You look great.”

You twitched a smile and wound around the couch to stand next to him. Scotty wore one of his insanely patterned shirts, one with multi-coloured, miniscule florets all over it. He looked relaxed and you weren’t sure if it was the lack of uniform or the alcohol.

“Wanna drink?” Scotty offered, taking a sip of his.

“I’ll wait until we’re planetside,” you decided, looking down at the beautiful globe below. The sun was setting on the area you were headed for and the sea on the edge of the continent glowed vermillion in the star’s wake. “Is it alright if I’m nervous?”

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naberiie y e s that was my problem with this one too, padmé should have known, right off the bat, that that wasn’t one of her handmaidens - i was bummed we didn’t get more handmaiden content bc it’s SUCH a cool concept :/

Yeah I felt the same! Seeing a potential “padme + handmaiden” episode got me all excited and then… it was so basic. :’[  lol Wasted chance.

ps I wish padme’s ep had been a plot about diplomacy or democracy instead